Jewell Field
2 mins ·
Clyde died.
There was no funeral despite the criticism of Lisa, Clyde’s only living sibling, a sister fourteen younger than Clyde. She was what in the days was called a change of life baby. Mazie dismissed Lisa’s complaint for what it was. Guilt. Guilt born of her failure to visit Clyde The last year of his life, the worst year of his illness.
2 mins ·
Clyde died.
There was no funeral despite the criticism of Lisa, Clyde’s only living sibling, a sister fourteen younger than Clyde. She was what in the days was called a change of life baby. Mazie dismissed Lisa’s complaint for what it was. Guilt. Guilt born of her failure to visit Clyde The last year of his life, the worst year of his illness.
Despite the attention and care of friends and neighbors Mazie was restive. “I need a change,” she said over lunch with Janice. “get out of this house. Go somewhere new and different. Do something new and exciting.”
“Like what and where?” Janice asked.
“Spain or Italy or England or some exotic Greek Island. Clyde and I used to talk about traveling. We just never got around to doing it. Once we almost went to Canada, but his mother got sick and we canceled.”
After a silence Mazie continues, “We could do it. You and me. We have no ties to stop us.”
“And go where?” Janice asked.
“Anywhere. What do you think?”
Janice smiled at the eager face of her grieving friend. “That we start a little less ambitiously-- say some place here, in this country. Some place we’ve never been. We can see how that works and then maybe go to Spain or Greece.”
Mazie’s eyes widened. “Maybe Mexico.”
