77. Rebirth
77. Rebirth
I suppose I've known a few times of rebirth in my life.
The first was after Harold ran off with his little bitch to God only knows where. There I was, eight months pregnant and as he put it no good to him in bed. And all alone. Well...a storm came up and an idea occurred to me. I took his boat out and cracked the hull and sank it. Pretended he'd died. Played the grieving widow. I was gonna leave with Herry, but the village, the people here, they wrapped their hearts around me and Herry and so we've stayed.
Then Quoyle. How to explain Quoyle? He came into my life, and it didn't start well. For either of us. But in spite fo that, we became friends. Then one day he went out in that thing he thought was a boat and nearly got himself drowned. He was rescued, but he very nearly died of pneumonia. I vsited him as I could. Told him to go see my uncle who would build him a proper boat. That could have been it.
But then he came by one night. Drunk. Tried to make his moves on me, but he passed out before he could do anything. It wasn't that I didn't want him. I did. But I was scared. We both were. It wasn't til the storm that we finally came together. And everything was just right.
The storm wiped away his family home. But it cleared the way for us to build a life together. And so for that we're grateful.
Wavey Prouse
The Shipping News
I suppose I've known a few times of rebirth in my life.
The first was after Harold ran off with his little bitch to God only knows where. There I was, eight months pregnant and as he put it no good to him in bed. And all alone. Well...a storm came up and an idea occurred to me. I took his boat out and cracked the hull and sank it. Pretended he'd died. Played the grieving widow. I was gonna leave with Herry, but the village, the people here, they wrapped their hearts around me and Herry and so we've stayed.
Then Quoyle. How to explain Quoyle? He came into my life, and it didn't start well. For either of us. But in spite fo that, we became friends. Then one day he went out in that thing he thought was a boat and nearly got himself drowned. He was rescued, but he very nearly died of pneumonia. I vsited him as I could. Told him to go see my uncle who would build him a proper boat. That could have been it.
But then he came by one night. Drunk. Tried to make his moves on me, but he passed out before he could do anything. It wasn't that I didn't want him. I did. But I was scared. We both were. It wasn't til the storm that we finally came together. And everything was just right.
The storm wiped away his family home. But it cleared the way for us to build a life together. And so for that we're grateful.
Wavey Prouse
The Shipping News