2. 3 An indecisive time.
Post date: 21-Sep-2015 17:43:53
I really missed Angie over the next few weeks – even more than usual, I mean. I still could not make up my mind what to do about Mrs Harris AKA my “mother”, and I wished Angie was there to give me her opinion. I felt sure that she would have known what to do – and not been afraid to tell me.
Actually, I was pretty certain she would have said that I ought to at least meet the woman – if only to tell her face to face that I wanted not more to do with her. I rather fancy that was what Bernie thought to, but she was very careful not to give advice. She just kept saying that it was my choice and that nobody had a right to force me into anything I wasn’t comfortable with.
I think it was because of that nagging feeling that Angie would have wanted me to give Mrs H a fair hearing that I did not simply destroy the letter and photos and everything right away. I stuffed them into a drawer while I dithered over whether or not I ought to ring the number in the letter and get it over with.
I suppose that must have gone on for two or three weeks before the decision was taken out of my hands by a new development.