Sorry For the Sin

Chapter Twenty-two

Just realised how long this chapter is. Sorry it has taken so long to get up I just wasn't sure what direction to take it. Hope you enjoy. Not sure if i am going to end it here or not - let me know what you think! - R 

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The good memories were almost lost as the only ones that came to her mind was the recent arguments with her against God. She was glad Trixie had seen her, had hugged her.

"I will put the kettle on" Delia said

The girls made small talk. They didn't want to talk about anything serious. Patsy didn't want to be reminded of the place she had left behind. she didn't want to think about her life that the place she used to call home. Becuase it wasn't her home anymore. It wasn't the place where she could lay her head down. The girls she lived with now were kind enough, the made small talk and didn't ask too many questions. But there was no nuns and no humour. There wasn't a fight for cake, in fact, it would often go stale in the tin with no one having enough time to eat it. It wasn't a village like Poplar. It was just another local clinic room with a small hospital. She didn't mind it really and if she hadn't had ever seen Poplar she wouldn't have known how great a place could have been. It wasn't that Patsy didn't want to be there but she felt like she didn't belong, not that she knew where she belonged. She felt like she stood out. Like she was a broken piece of furniture.

At first, Patsy didn't even know what to say; words escaped her. Luckily her best friend was a talker and never failed to entertain.

"I do miss you Patsy Mount," Trixie said finally gasping for a breath between the story of dying sister Mary Cynthia's habit navy and Roses (the new midwives) flat-tire flyover as it become known. Patsy smiled, she didn't know what to say. She felt like Trixie needed a reply yet she didn't have one. Of course, she missed Trixie but admitting that meant she had to admit that she wasn't just away for a trip. Admitting she lost her best friend meant she had to admit that she wouldn't be moving back to Poplar anytime soon.

While Patsy knew deep down that she would never return it was a hard concept for her to admit. So instead of words she just made eye contact. Trixie knew what Patsy wanted to say, and that was all that mattered.

"So how is Rose? Either of you going to tell me about her?" Patsy said. She was sick of small talk now. She didn't know what else to say. She did want to know about the midwife that replaced her.

Trixie looked at Delia as if the pair were working out what they should or shouldn't tell their friend.

"She came from Bristol," Trixie said "Her older brother works in Reading while her young brother is working in America," She said bluntly.

"Is she nice?"

"She's young and full of ideas," Trixie said taking a sip of her tea. Like they were talking about loud children down the street rather than a woman in the same building.

"Your starting to sound like Nurse Crain" Patsy replied laughing at how similar Trixie just sounded. Trixie continued all the same just smirking at Patsy's comment choosing not to respond.

"She's not as clean as you. I don't think the kitchen has been cleaned since you left." Trixie laughed awkwardly as she spoke, she wasn't lying, though. No one could replace Patsy. Rose wasn't even close.

"Is that all?" Patsy snapped. she wanted to know who her replacement was. Was that too much to ask?

"Pats!" Delia said reminding her girlfriend of how rude she could sound.

"Look I'm sorry, but you don't have to hide things from me. You are allowed to like her, she's allowed to be nice!" The ginger women had snapped.

"If you don't keep the noise down Sister Monica Joan will complain about ghosts" A Bristolian accent came in looking all dressed up.