Joanna Anderson Campbell lived the perfect life ... loving daughter and sister, loyal friend, faithful wife, and devoted mother. She was happy and content. What more could she have asked for? Life could not have been better. At least ... that's what she believed. Until she died. Can death teach the most valuable lessons about life? Jo Campbell is about to find out.Autographed Copy: http://www.kathimorehead.com/
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Chapter 9
I heard that chuckle. Just cut it out.
“Carry on … carry on.”
There is still no sign of Dad, so I settle into my beloved window seat and
pick up my saga of Scrooge. When I read Mrs. Cratchit’s comments about
Scrooge being a lonely, unhappy man, I can’t help but think of my own
mother’s description of Doctor Roth. This is not the first time this
thought has crossed my mind. Doctor Roth is, after all, a force to be
reckoned with. A bachelor quite set in his ways, seemingly always
irritated. Coincidence? I think not. I ponder this similarity and then
go to find my mother. She is folding clothes in their bedroom, and I
jump up on the bed with reckless disregard to the neatly folded piles.
Though my mother usually has the patience of ten saints, she does not find my behavior amusing. I am made to refold each item that I’d disturbed. And
while I hated doing it, it gave me the chance to ask her something of my
perceived comparison between Scrooge and Doctor Roth. I explain to her
that I see many things in our own Doc that I see in Scrooge. And I ask
my mother if we can invite Doctor Roth for Christmas dinner. From the
surprised expression on her face, I might as well have asked her to grow
wings and fly around the room.
As I look now at this scene, I see my mother’s shock-not at the request
itself, but at the depth of compassion her oldest child was expressing.
Never would she have expected such a suggestion from me. She knew I
found the doctor terrifying in his gruffness. Nevertheless, here I was
asking that he be invited for Christmas supper. Mom sits down next to me
on the bed, and holds both of my hands in hers. I see her heart light
get brighter. Mom recognizes, again, that she has done a good job, that
my core values are strong and thriving.
About the author:
Kathi Haacke Morehead makes her fiction debut with WHITE NIGHT. She is the author of HEART BLEED: Letting go and stanching the flow, and THE BEST FROM THE CHEAP SEATS. She has also written numerous articles for Mind Body Green, and Boomeon. She also blogs daily at A View From the Cheap Seats Today. Kathi lives in Brunswick with her husband Dave and their four finicky felines. Her motto is "love and laugh!"Facebook | Twitter | Website | Blog | YouTube | Literary Addicts
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