50 - Maeve
Kathleen had driven the doctor to the regional hospital. I wondered if they held hands. She came back in the evening, tired but obviously relieved.
I saw very little of my host over the next days. Busying myself with working on my new purpose, taming the garden and sanding more floors, I found out I didn’t need the crutches anymore.
My safe refuge idea grew like a tree spouting new branches, but my host was too busy with her endeavors, which included protest marches against the proposed fracking plant project.
During today’s breakfast, she had explained the dangers of high-pressure rinse water leaking off, following new cracks in the bedrock, seeping into the water table. I did not understand everything she told me, especially with the “rinse” water, but the end result was t
