Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #193
…Martha Ferrell is letting her true feelings surface for the first time…
Martha Ferrell secretly regrets her suggestion of sending relief to Scotland, not for its good merits, but for being left behind to lead the family in his indefinite absence, one more or less golden year without
treasured companionship. She has passed sixty, two years of age past and stiff joints replace the nimble independence of a decade ago. And neither Abbey nor Agnes has produced a grandchild, to brighten the halls of her house with love and laughter; the former after 15 years of marriage, or her daughter after 33 years of singlehood. “I thank God for our James, daily,” she praises aloud.
‘I wonder if he wants to go see where his family has its roots.’ She knows John is eager, knee-deep in his new project, but a look that would stop a charging bull in its tracks, halts his notion there and then. ‘No, I suppose he has better things to do… busy, busy, busy, always something.’
Thanksgiving is the next day.
“And please do not spoil Thanksgiving dinner with too much talk of Scotland. It will be difficult enough dealing with the extra guests.” She is in the kitchen, preparing to prepare enough food to feed the Third Scottish Regiment, with Agnes’ help… as soon as she wakes up.
“Ziggy is old and alone.”
“Laura Bell and Maggie – I thought we buried that resentment years ago?”
“We buried? No, I have learned to forgive your adultery, but I may never understand your complete devotion to that child, I mean we could have paid Laura off and sent them away. Instead, they live across the lake and you spend as much time with them as you do me.” Martha is letting her true feelings surface for the first time.
There is the welcome sound of footsteps coming down from upstairs, much to John’s relief. “Agnes, darling, you’re up early, good, your mother needs help peeling the vegetables, I am going to stoke the stove. Let’s make this the best Thanksgiving ever!” John heads for the woodshed for enough fuel to cook six separate dishes and a 25 pound turkey.
“Daddy is unusually lively this morning, Mother. Did we put too much starch in his underwear again?”
“I will let him tell you himself, but suffice it to say he has a new project to work on, something to do with the war in Europe.”
“How exciting! Do you think I could help?” Agnes could use a little spice in her life as well.
“No, I mean yes, no I mean maybe.” It is hard for her to be clear, without appearing to oppose the one man whom Agnes overtly adores. “We will discuss this after dinner, when the guests leave.”