“We have nothing to worry about since everyone respects and admires us. A few days ago, I started feeling guilty, but then I remembered how good it made me feel to take care of those jerks, and that was enough to get me through it. Sweetheart, we have worked in this community for years and helped every single family in town. They don’t care one damn bit about us, now that we’re getting older,” he said, pausing and stared at her before he continued. “If they cared, where were they last spring when I came home depressed after the terrible accident, ready to commit suicide? On the other hand, do you think anyone of them ever thought I had such power in my hands? I can kill people and get away with it. Come on, you know better than to get depressed. …show more content…
The nurse examined Ashley noticing she was bleeding and asked, “Are you pregnant?” “I am about five months.” “Do your parents know?” “They know all about it.” “Do you know the father?” “Of course, it is Jeremy Stewart.” “Wait a minute, isn’t he the missing boy?” “My family doesn’t think he’s missing. Instead, they believe his family sent him away to live with relatives until we handle the situation with the baby. Am I going to lose my baby? My family is happy about it. It would kill them if I lost it,” she said and cried. “I don’t know if you will lose the baby or not, but an ambulance is on the way. I’m calling your parents to meet you at the hospital,” the nurse said, picking up the phone to call Jerry and Marlene. +++ Later, Marlene, Jerry, and Mark made small talk while sitting in the hospital waiting room. Shortly, the doctor entered, wanting to speak to Ashley’s parents. “I am her father, and this is her mother. How is she doing?” Jerry asked. “We are working to stop the bleeding, and as soon as we know more we will tell you,” Dr. Lange said. The look on his face showed his concern since he had been Ashley’s doctor from
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I also don't own the idea, it was requested to me by the wonderful Amanda. Thank you so much! I hope I did this idea justice.
I knew it would happen. As much as I tried to stay optimistic, to put off my feelings of suspicion to an old man's negativity, I knew that this case would cost me something more than just my reputation in the town and that didn't even really matter. In Maycomb, reputation is a day by day concept. Sure, we have more than enough of our fair share of immovable gossipers, and drama kings and queens looking for a story to spread. But in everyone's own mind, if you did something stupid, immoral, or just mildly humorous or entertaining, it was the talk of the town and you were judged terribly for a few days, a few weeks tops. Then the whispers, and glances faded to conversations over coffee, and deep inside jokes. My reputation didn't bother me one bit.
“Mom, I can’t sit in that courtroom everyday and watch Marlene go through this. It is hell to sit there, and I can’t take much more time off from work, or they are going to fire me and then what will we do?” Stopping by to see his mother, Jerry said.
...he will not let her die in their parents arms in the coming hours. He is dedicated to this diagnosis and goes in one last time, this time with a spoon.
I am the wife of an innocent dead man. I raised three without a father. People see us as less. We are the Robinson, and me I’m Helen Robinson. Living in the deep south in the 1930’s wineries. The Depression affected most everyone in Maycomb except for us. All of the blacks in the county live in one area outside of the landfill. I lived on the edge of farm which grows acres of cotton every year. We were a poor family that sharecropped. There weren't many people in Maycomb who treated us kindly except for Mr. Link Deas and the Finches. One year the white trash family accused my Tom for a serious crime that he never did. For months we never saw him due to the polices never let blacks and women in. The Finches and neighbours came and helped during
“When I was in the waiting room, I saw the ambulance. I stood up to see and I thought to myself they are here for a child but never thought it was my child.”
“Could you go get your mom?” I cried, “I can’t handle this anymore, we need to go to the hospital.”
“I’m doing alright. I just wanted to inform you that we had to call an ambulance for Betty. We believe she was suffering
My heart instantly dropped. “What about Quenette?” I stammered. I jumped up from my seat in the living room. “Who is on the phone?”
Her name is Quisha, and she is pregnant with a baby. A boy she hopes. She doesn’t want to give it away, she doesn’t believe in that kind of stuff. However, her parents did not know yet. They are so poor they are not able to afford another child. The boy who knocked her up in the first place, Dwyane, is immensely worried about Quisha and how irate her parent will be is they find out.
...e call as being the son’s death, but in this case are the parents the victims of misshapenness throughout the day? There is no true evidence that the last phone call was indeed from the hospital a mistaken phone call once again. What makes the story particularly interesting is through this misguidance and places of signs and symbols throughout the story, the reader is challenged to decode the ending to the mysterious phone call and look for answers. The struggle the mother and father had to face to bring up their mentally unstable son makes the story particularly unique. The characters of the story make them relatable people because they have such strong emotion towards their son and the reader can feel comfortable and at ease with the couple as if the mother and father of the story are the reader’s parents.
Cara: Oh hello. Yes well, I just received some rather bad news. It is about my father. I've lost most of him. He had a major stroke last night and has suffered severe brain damage resulting in amnesia.
“Goodbye daddy.” Tears from Abraham dropped like raindrops onto his father’s casket. Four of his father’s brothers grabbed the handles on each corner of the casket, slowly picking it up and placing it into the hearse. As the hearse drove out of the driveway, Abraham’s mother fell down on to her knees, covered her face with both hands, and sobbed. Behind her, Sophia hugged Abraham explaining, “Daddy is in a happier place now. Mommy is going to be okay.”
“We’ve been trying to get a hold of you for hours; I’m afraid I have some bad news your mother had a car accident and unfortunately died…”