to grab the nearest object from the dressing table something catches her right foot. Now Molly descends into the darkness, al owing it to close in around her. She welcomes it.
Molly can hear someone calling her name but her head feels heavy and her eyelids are refusing to open.
‘Come on love, open your eyes for your old Dad,’ she hears the voice say.
Molly has to struggle to open her eyes.
‘Ah, there you are my love,’ her Mam is holding her hand.
‘Where am I?’ Molly asks them trying to keep her eyes open.
‘You are at Amare Manor Hospital,’ the nurse, who is checking the monitor Molly is hooked to, replies. ‘How are you feeling?’ The nurse asks as she shines a light into both of Molly’s eyes.
‘My head hurts and I feel a bit dizzy,’ Molly says with a croaky voice. ‘So tell me where did Harry go?’
‘Harry?’ Both Molly’s parents say in unison and look from her to the nurse.
‘Does she know a Harry?’ the nurse asks Molly’s parents.
Now Molly closes her eyes and waits for her parents to explain the embarrassing situation that led to her visit here at the hospital.
Molly opens her eyes and looks at both her parents. They seem to be unfazed by the question and the situation.
‘The only Harry I can recall,’ Molly’s mother continues, ‘is an old boyfriend Harry O’Conner. They broke up when Molly was seventeen.’
‘Yes, I remember him,’ Molly’s Dad smiles, ‘Molly said he loved his old MG more then he loved her, and she wasn’t going to stick around to be second best to his car. Do you remember love?’ He asks Molly now rubbing her hand with the palm of his.
Molly wondered for a minute if they were just bluffing. But, again, they both seem to be comfortable with the situation. And if Molly had been rushed here, she wondered then why dad isn’t still in his morning suit and where is mums mother of the bride outfit?
‘Actually, come to think of it I’m sure I read somewhere that he and one of Molly’s old school friends are getting married... today, if I’m not mistaken. Yes, I’m sure it is…’ Molly’s mother ponders.
‘Well love, next time you go running up the stairs, you’d better watch out for your mothers vacuum cleaner lead. You tripped right over it and knocked your head on the bedpost. It gave us quite a fright.’ Molly’s dad said as her mother nodded her head in agreement.
‘I guess you can say I had a narrow escape then.’ Molly smiled feeling somewhat better.
T O K NOW W HO I A M
Jenny Murphy Stood outside of the large blue stone building that is Ponmain Convent. It is a nice tall blue stone building with window boxes over flowing from every windowsill. Even from the steps leading to the door you can smell the bee’s wax; Jenny wonders what if any information Mother Maria can offer her. It is nearly a week now since she has spoken with Sister Catherine. Today she is to meet Mother Maria, but why or what she might know has puzzled Jenny.
Jenny had always known she was adopted by her parents, Katie and Ben Murphy. Katie had always told Jenny if she ever decided to look for her Mother, both Ben and herself would do what they could to help. And true to their word, when the letter came from the adoption board giving Jenny an address in France. Her Father had organised her ticket for the ferry and booked a bed and breakfast for her not to far from the village where the Convent is situated. Jenny had been nervous coming to France on her own but once she was off the ferry, and on the motorway driving down this beautiful Country Jenny began to relax.
Jenny thought that once she would be off the motorway, finding the smaller villages, especially as it was dark would be her biggest problem. But she has to hand it to the French, their roads and road signs are just great, When Jenny arrived in the Village of Desertions’, just after ten pm. She took the directions her father had given her and eventually found the charming cottage belonging to
Molly can hear someone calling her name but her head feels heavy and her eyelids are refusing to open.
‘Come on love, open your eyes for your old Dad,’ she hears the voice say.
Molly has to struggle to open her eyes.
‘Ah, there you are my love,’ her Mam is holding her hand.
‘Where am I?’ Molly asks them trying to keep her eyes open.
‘You are at Amare Manor Hospital,’ the nurse, who is checking the monitor Molly is hooked to, replies. ‘How are you feeling?’ The nurse asks as she shines a light into both of Molly’s eyes.
‘My head hurts and I feel a bit dizzy,’ Molly says with a croaky voice. ‘So tell me where did Harry go?’
‘Harry?’ Both Molly’s parents say in unison and look from her to the nurse.
‘Does she know a Harry?’ the nurse asks Molly’s parents.
Now Molly closes her eyes and waits for her parents to explain the embarrassing situation that led to her visit here at the hospital.
Molly opens her eyes and looks at both her parents. They seem to be unfazed by the question and the situation.
‘The only Harry I can recall,’ Molly’s mother continues, ‘is an old boyfriend Harry O’Conner. They broke up when Molly was seventeen.’
‘Yes, I remember him,’ Molly’s Dad smiles, ‘Molly said he loved his old MG more then he loved her, and she wasn’t going to stick around to be second best to his car. Do you remember love?’ He asks Molly now rubbing her hand with the palm of his.
Molly wondered for a minute if they were just bluffing. But, again, they both seem to be comfortable with the situation. And if Molly had been rushed here, she wondered then why dad isn’t still in his morning suit and where is mums mother of the bride outfit?
‘Actually, come to think of it I’m sure I read somewhere that he and one of Molly’s old school friends are getting married... today, if I’m not mistaken. Yes, I’m sure it is…’ Molly’s mother ponders.
‘Well love, next time you go running up the stairs, you’d better watch out for your mothers vacuum cleaner lead. You tripped right over it and knocked your head on the bedpost. It gave us quite a fright.’ Molly’s dad said as her mother nodded her head in agreement.
‘I guess you can say I had a narrow escape then.’ Molly smiled feeling somewhat better.
T O K NOW W HO I A M
Jenny Murphy Stood outside of the large blue stone building that is Ponmain Convent. It is a nice tall blue stone building with window boxes over flowing from every windowsill. Even from the steps leading to the door you can smell the bee’s wax; Jenny wonders what if any information Mother Maria can offer her. It is nearly a week now since she has spoken with Sister Catherine. Today she is to meet Mother Maria, but why or what she might know has puzzled Jenny.
Jenny had always known she was adopted by her parents, Katie and Ben Murphy. Katie had always told Jenny if she ever decided to look for her Mother, both Ben and herself would do what they could to help. And true to their word, when the letter came from the adoption board giving Jenny an address in France. Her Father had organised her ticket for the ferry and booked a bed and breakfast for her not to far from the village where the Convent is situated. Jenny had been nervous coming to France on her own but once she was off the ferry, and on the motorway driving down this beautiful Country Jenny began to relax.
Jenny thought that once she would be off the motorway, finding the smaller villages, especially as it was dark would be her biggest problem. But she has to hand it to the French, their roads and road signs are just great, When Jenny arrived in the Village of Desertions’, just after ten pm. She took the directions her father had given her and eventually found the charming cottage belonging to
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