“Hear me well. The man you see there is not the man you knew. He is nothing like that man and may never be again. You have a practice in Cappel Vale to attend to and a son who needs you. You cannot help Julian, not now anyway. You haven’t the tools and wouldn’t know how to use them if you did.” Moira said it and softened with the pain she saw on Ailís’ face.
“Where your man is and where he is going, you cannot follow. None of us can.” She stopped and kissed Ailís’ cheek.
“Ailís,” Bridget said. “Moira is right. You have a part to play in rebuilding him, a vital part, we all do. And we will each play our part when the specialist thinks the time is right.”
Moira took up the line, “And not one moment sooner. This must run it’s course and we are not to interfere. Do you understand, girl?”
Ailís’ agonized wail drew the attention of passers by and Moira sent them on their way with a glance.
A member of the Garda approached. “Ah, ladies, is there a problem I can assist you with?” the constable asked cheerfully.
Moira spun on him and he backed up a step. “Problem, is it? If you consider yer bits shriveling up a problem, boyo, then indeed.”
“Moira,” Bridget warned with easy grace.
“Ach, than you deal with him or I’ll sort him out straight away.”
Bridget reached out and touched the constable’s arm and the man’s eyes went large as he stiffened. The electrical jolt that went through him made him swallow hard.
“Constable?” Bridget searched the man’s uniform for his nametag. “Constable Monahan, thank you so much for stopping. It is an emotional time for our friend, as you can see. Although we appreciate your concern and thank you for it, you need not worry about us further.”
She removed her hand from his sleeve and he backed up another two steps. His retreat was stopped when he bounced off the immovable Sean Maher.
Sean took the constable’s arm in a grip that caused the man’s hand to go numb. “Come along lad. No need to be a bother to the ladies now is there? Of course not.” As they walked away, Sean looked back to indicate Julian had been driven away.
Ailís, weak from exhaustion, fell into the arms of her friends. She whispered a mantra of despair, “I’ve lost him.”
Moira said, “For now, the boy is lost to himself.”
Bridget picked up the thought, “In time and with our help, he will find himself again and you will find him. However, what you find may be far more than what you now think you’ve lost.” Ailís looked confused. Bridget’s smile was one of hope while Moira’s face reflected her deep concern. Both woman harbored secrets they would not share with Dr. Ailís Dwyer.
Not yet.
The End
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K. Francis Ryan is a freelance writer who coaches writing-challenged business professionals around the world. His experience as an internationally accredited stockbroker, a police officer and a feature writer for a small town newspaper is evident the writing of his novels ECHOES THROUGH THE MIST and ECHOES THROUGH THE VATICAN.
Mr. Ryan is currently working on the third novel in the Echoes Quartet, ECHOES THROUGH IRELAND.
He lives on the side of an active volcano in an even more active earthquake zone in the Republic of Costa Rica. Surely that's not nearly as horrifying as it sounds, right?
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