Queen of Flowers
“Her voice was almost gone. Standing close to her mother Ruth could see all the tiny bones in her wrists and the cords in her neck which seemed to be the only things holding up the heavy head. ‘I’ve come,’ said Ruth, sitting down next to her mother and wondering whether she dared to touch her hand. ‘I loved him so much,’ mourned the tiny voice, breathy with oncoming death. ‘But he went away. You don’t look like him,’ she said, raising a finger with immense effort to touch Ruth’s blooming cheek. ...‘What was his name?’ asked Ruth very gently. ‘Hamish. Hamish McGregor. But it was my darling that I loved. But he died. Rory Dubh died. What do you want with me? I died too, I died a long time ago.’Tears rolled down her white cheeks, across the patches of bright red as carmine as clown make-up. ‘I’ve brought you some things,’ said Ruth, casting a desperate look at Dot. Miss Williams was a deathbed veteran. She took a corkscrew and briskly pulled the cork on the fine old port, filled a large tooth glass and held it to Mrs Ross’s pale lips.MoreLess
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