Mother's Day is a mixed blessing for many of us, and for some, a day of sorrows, and for a lucky few, a day of joy. Wherever you fall on the spectrum, I wish you peace and comfort.
I lost my mother two years ago. She was ornery, lovable, and kind-hearted in her way. She loved her grandchildren and great-grandchildren dearly. After she suffered a series of strokes, the last years of her life were full of struggles for her and for me. I miss her but know she is in a better place.
So, it is a day of mixed blessings for me. Although I miss my mother, my sons and grandchildren are all healthy and happy and plan to spend the day with me tomorrow. I am so thankful to share the day with them.
As a Mother's Day gift to my readers, I am offering Brokken Arrow free until Monday.
A little about Brokken Arrow: Deborah Brokken never knew her mother, who died in childbirth. Although Victoria and Abby are but a few years older, they serve as surrogate mothers to Deborah.
Here's an excerpt:
Abby greeted her and stepped back to survey her. “Are you ill?”
Deborah loosened the bonnet strings and flung her bonnet down on the teak bar top. “Folks keep asking me that. I suppose I must look a mess.”
Miss Abby led her to the kitchen. “Lucky for you, I just made scones. A couple of those and a hot cup of coffee will do wonders for what ails you.”
Deborah sank into a chair, and Miss Abby set the scones on the table. “There’s nothing better than fresh butter and orange marmalade on a scone. Please, help yourself.”
To Deborah’s consternation, her tears burst loose. Miss Abby draped an arm over her shoulders, and Deborah turned to face her friend, lifting her tear-stained face. Miss Abby stroked her hair and pulled her close. She did not speak, and Deborah was glad of it, knew she’d not be able to answer until she gained control of her emotions.
Miss Abby smelled of lavender, and after a moment, Deborah’s tears abated. She pulled away and found her handkerchief.
Miss Abby took a seat across from her. “I remember Vic said your brothers left you a jar of orange marmalade. That must have set you off.”
Deborah traced a pattern on the tablecloth listlessly and didn’t reply.
“Is there something you want to talk about?”
She bit her lip. How could Miss Abby help her with this? Before she could form an answer, the backdoor opened and Sheriff Vic came in.
“Thought I smelled fresh scones. Thanks, Abby.”
“Who said I made them for you? And for heaven’s sake, don’t take them all. I have company, if you didn’t notice.”
“Good morning, Deborah. You look like something the cat drug in that the kittens wouldn’t have.”
Abby shot her friend a frigid look. “Vic! My goodness. Don’t you see something is troubling her?”
The sheriff took a seat at the table. “Yes, and I can guess what. Man trouble. If you want my advice, Deb, stay away from all men.”
Miss Abby frowned. “Do not listen to her. Not all men are scumbags.”
The sheriff slathered a scone with butter. “Maybe not, but they all bring heartache, in one form or another.”
Abby’s red face indicated her anger. “Vic! Maybe you need to go.”
Hope you enjoyed the excerpt! Remember it is free until Monday.
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