Reflecting

The trip was over but no one would have guessed what happened next.  The scene in the pub was a fine way to end a rough weekend. The trauma of losing Freddie has led Rosie to isolate herself.  She has asked her carers to keep everyone out.  The nurse manager advised me that she is spending her days staring gloomily at her mobile phone.

After Freddie’s death the media reported of the violent gang.  Led by the evil Marcus Ling. Different accounts have been given for his downfall. My favourite was the story of the hero trying to save the pub. If only this was true.  To die a hero, at least Rosie could be proud of him.

Lying in her hospital bed she was barely living.  Refusing to see her son, and staring at her screen. The newspapers had reported that he was dealing drugs and things had ended in a brutal fight and Freddie’s death. I want to help Rosie but don’t know where to begin.

Mark is worried about me but I’m thinking about Rosie. Heartbroken and unable to think of anything else.  How do you help someone whose partner has been killed? There’s nothing I can say to make it better.

Tea leaves

Staring at the tea leaves forming a pretty picture at the bottom of my favourite mug. I wish I could read them. Reflecting on my life, where am I heading? Life has gone wrong for Rosie, but I have Mark and Freda to also think about.

Another text from Mark, responding to him I think about Freda. Should I really be trying to set her up, maybe she will meet Mr Right choosing vegetables at the Supermarket. She certainly hadn’t asked for it.

As the phone rings I’m telling myself to focus on myself and not worry about those around me.  My dreams are around my singing and Mark. Maybe Freda is alright as she is, we don’t all need partners.

My stomach lurches at the man’s voice on the other end.

The phone call

“Hello, is that Ruby Wells?”

“Errr, yes that’s me.”

“I’m Charles Marsh, from Harper music.  We have been given your number by a friend of yours.  Would you be interested in coming for a meeting at our London office?”

“Harper music?” I stammered.

“Yes,  have heard about your singing.”

“Would you like to meet my pianist, Freda?”

“Can you play the piano Ruby?”

“Yes, I can.” I was nervous now, they don’t want Freda.

“It’s you we want to meet with, just you Ruby.  Can you come on Friday?  How about 1pm?”

“Yes, err, yes Mr Marsh. I will see you then, thank you.”

“We look forward to meeting you Miss Wells.”

I hung up the phone, wondering who had given them my number, was it Mark? Now I have a new problem explaining to Freda how I seem to have been head hunted, and they don’t want her.  Time for another mug of tea, and more reflecting, how I wish so much that I could read the tea leaves.  My life has just got more complicated.

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