I could barely eat the nice tea Mam had prepared for me last Sunday, I was off my food completely. She kept looking at me strangely, and asked me how I was feeling. I told her I was just tired, it had been a hard week. I am still so sad, but I daren’t tell anyone, least of all my parents, that I was married in the highland way – they would have me off to the priest and confess my ‘sins’. The odd thing is, we didn’t sin in the eyes of God, I know this in my heart. But I have nothing to prove it, no paper, no nothing, but his bible – and it doesn’t even have his name on the flyleaf.
Now I fear the worst that could happen to a girl like me. I should have had my monthlies this last week, and I have never been late before. Could it be? Whatever shall I do?
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