Chapter 229. The Don

Proserpina

The doctor had finally agreed to let me go back home. I was excited; God knows I was dying to meet my children. Every day we spoke for hours, at least, Ria spoke for hours, monopolising the conversation. Piers would finally, in exasperation, snatch the phone from her and talk.  Claude would also be allowed to join in where he would blow me raspberries.

Claude was now beginning to say “Mumma “ in a clearer manner. So he would also be given his time. After that I insisted on saying Hi to poor Paddy who shuffled around in the background, looking shy and indecisive. Then, of course, there was Beatrice to greet and then Philippe, who would steal into the kitchen when he knew Beatrice was going to be talking to me. 

Seeing them, the family who had been with me through thick and thin, gave me a sense of peace.

Watching everyone on video calls made me feel thoroughly glad that it was possible to view the person you were speaking