Chapter 2
Her gaze alternated between the curving highway and the distant, gentle hills of Maryland's Catoctin Mountains, the lower foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains. Alabaster clouds like determined, winged chariots raced across the late morning sky. The landscape curled around her, a forest green, dingy white and muddy brown jigsaw puzzle of colors. Tidy brick and white-frame houses, farms, clumps of bare, bent trees, unplowed fields, stark, weathered billboard signs and closed produce stands dotted the countryside in a haphazard, forlorn way on this late winter day. It was somewhat winter and almost spring, an in-between time, a work-in-progress just like her. Old man winter was hanging on before surrendering to spring's warm rebirth.
Her mother's cancer-riddled body and simple funeral flashed before her eyes. The last month of nursing her was grueling, the final days heartbreaking. During her illness she prayed of ten for her mother's quick, painless death, but God ignored her prayers. Her death Christmas morning released them both. Maureen used her last dollar to care for her indigent mother. After her death she felt like a train wreck. Her psychic ability was dormant, buried by grief, and she was alone.
Her so-called friends deserted her. Vincent, her mega-wealthy ex-boyfriend deserted her, even God deserted her, or so she thought until the lawyer contacted her about Uncle Brucie's estate. He died Christmas morning, a weird synchronicity with her mother, and she was his sole beneficiary. It was her lifeline.
During this trying time her ghost visited her daily in dreams and clairvoyant visions, comforting her. He explained it was Brucie's and his fervent wish they reunite soon because the visits had depleted his energy. He was dying and eternally doomed to perdition if she didn't help him. She had failed him before. This was a second chance to rectify her mistake. The visits stopped before he revealed the how of this colossal undertaking. Faith guided her. She asked God to help them both.
Author's Note: New Chapter on Sunday!
Question: Is hope a good thing? Does faith in God and hope go hand-in-hand?
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