The family is for me

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
I decide to visit the open grave when it is occupied

Submitted: October 04, 2019

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I read the gravestone and it is all the normal nonsense.
Here lies barmy Bill reunited with Glory [Gloria] Perkins and the relevant dates.
Seems old Bill has been on his own for the last eleven years, poor sod.
There are many flowers and words of RIP and missing you, so he must have a big family, which is nice.
It is a pity the weather is so horrible.
"I don`t think he was ready for this day and did not want to go just yet."
Startled I take my eyes from the stone and say words similar, but there is nobody there.
Thinking, how weird is that? I gently place my cheap bunch of flowers underneath an expensive reef.
I spot a pair of feet protruding from the nearby hedge and stand up to see who is spying on me.
A rain sodden woman wearing a dark purple dress comes out to me.
"There is no need to be ashamed of your flowers, it is the thought that counts and I think Bill would be pleased that you did some at all."
I explain to the lady who must be an octogenarian at least, about my meeting with Bill but obviously, it could not have been him.
"These sort of places play tricks on you and at night time it is even more so."
The old lady points to one of the exits and suggests to pay my respects to his family who drinking to his life at the Royal Oak, a mile away.
I shy away from the thought but she insists and she will walk me part of the way there.
She is going to tidy up the grave area as it is looking a bit shambolic with the rain washing away the loose soil.
She points the way and I suggest I can`t really just pop in, they will think I have only come for the sandwiches, although I am famished.
"Just tell them old GP said it will be okay and that I am a long distant relative only just finding my way around my new home."
I turn to say thank you and ask if she will be coming later.
She is already in the far distance scampering along at a fair rate for an old woman.
I feel guilty walking into the pub lounge but the food is very inviting.
Looking around the room of strangers, one face looks very familiar.
I approach him and then I realise it is the fake medium from the night before.
He remembers me as "The sceptical doubter."
I have to ask who put him up to signalling me out.
"My show is not for everybody, but I can assure you the only people that I had met before were the bar staff."
Convinced he is covering up my mates I change the subject to why he is here?
"I used to read for Glory when she was mobile and Bill accompanied her. He like you thought I was scamming, his wife and family."
Immediately I bring up the money end of his show.
"If I was inaccurate I did not charge anything, If there was any truth in my readings they paid me whatever they deemed I was worth. Sometimes it was very rewarding but as the couple grew older I looked on them as friends and did readings for the love of it."
The would be scammer asks me how I knew the family and I tried to wriggle out of my association from the night before.
I told him that I believed I was a very long distant relative and he was a pure accident that I bumped into GP as I passed through the cemetery on my way home.
His eyebrows nearly went over his bald head on hearing GP.
He takes me by the elbow and shows me a montage of the deceased Bill.
"Take a look at them and see if you recognise any of the people in the photos."
There is no mistake the wrinkled old hand that held mine last night belongs to Barmy Bill Perkins but astonishingly an old photo shows Bill with his long buried wife Gloria.
I feel faint and have to take a seat.
The scammer asks me who I recognise and from where.
It was impossible for me to know Gloria as I was only a child when she passed.
Almost in tears, I begin telling the man about my meeting with Bill the night before and my chance encounters with Gloria.
"She introduced herself as GP, not Gloria."
"Gloria Johnson before she married Bill was a general practitioner. When having all of her children she gave up being a doctor but joked about still being a GP, Gloria Perkins, but very few people knew that.
I think you and I need to get together young man and soon"


 


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