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The Jilting of Granny Weatherall

A very classic stream of consciousness work, please enjoy it slowly~~~

Dr. Harry’s penises are short and thick His fingers carefully held her wrist, but she easily pulled it out and pulled the sheet covering her body to her chin: This kid should put on shorts. He actually wore glasses on his nose and was doing medical rounds in the countryside! "Let me go, take your textbook and go. I'm not sick."

Dr. Harry's open palm, as warm as a soft cushion, was pressed against her forehead superior. The forked veins on her forehead trembled up and down, and even her eyelids twitched involuntarily. "Okay, okay, be obedient and be good. We will get you better soon."

"For an old lady who is nearly eighty years old, don't think that it's okay just because she's sick. Talk like that. I have to teach you respect for older people, young man." "Well, I'm sorry, miss," Dr. Harry patted her cheek. "But I have to remind you, don't you think so? You are really amazing, but you have to be careful, otherwise you will regret it for the rest of your life."

"I don't need you to tell me what will happen to me in the future. . Mentally, I can handle myself. The problem is Cornelia, so I have to go to bed to avoid her troubles."

She felt that her whole frame was broken. It was loose and only the flesh was moving, but Dr. Harry was like a big balloon, floating around at the foot of the bed. He fluttered, his waistcoat pulled down, and he twirled his spectacles on a thin string. "Okay, don't move for a while, it won't hurt you."

"Go away and go visit your patient," said the old lady Feng Shuang. "A woman who is not sick does not need you to take care of her. I will come to ask for you when I need you... Forty years ago when I was suffering from leukoplakia and malignant pneumonia, where were you? You were not born yet. Come on! Don't let Cornelia lead you now," she shouted, for Dr. Harry seemed to be floating up to the roof. "I pay for my own expenses, and I don't want to waste my money!"

She wanted to wave goodbye, but it was too troublesome. My eyes closed involuntarily, and it was like a black curtain surrounded the bed. The pillow under her head sometimes rises and sometimes floats, making her feel as comfortable as sleeping in a hammock with a gentle breeze. She listened to the rustling of leaves outside the window. No, who was rustling through the newspaper: no, it was Cornelia and Dr. Harry who were whispering. She woke up completely with a start, thinking that these two people were whispering in her ear.

"She has never looked like this, never before!" "Well, what can we do?" "Yeah, she is eighty years old..."

Huh, so what if I'm eighty? She still has ears. Cornelia loved to whisper at the gate. She was always like this, whispering in front of everyone. She always showed herself to be both clever and kind. Cornelia is submissive, that's what's wrong with her. Submissive and well-intentioned: The old woman said, "She was so obedient and well-meaning that I just wanted to spank her." She seemed to see herself spanking Cornelia's butt, and it was so good.

"Mom, what do you want to say?"

The old lady felt her face curl up.

"I wonder if a person can't think about things alone?"

"I thought you might need something."

"By the way, I do. There are a lot of things. Get out of here first, go, don't chatter here."

She lay there, dozing off, hoping that the children would leave her in her sleep. She takes a break. The long day has passed.

It wasn't that she was tired, but it was always nice to have a minute or two to rest. There is always so much to do, let me think: tomorrow.

Tomorrow is still far away, there is nothing to worry about. When the time comes, everything is more or less settled; thank God, there is always some time left to be quiet and quiet: at this time, you can take a comprehensive look at your life, and if there are some imperfections in the corners, you can still fix them properly. . It's a good thing to have everything neatly folded and laid out, hair brushes, tonics and all neatly arranged on the white embroidered tablecloth: a calm start to the day, with a row of them on the cutlery rack A row of jelly glasses, brown beakers, and white porcelain jars, with various objects and words painted in blue: coffee, tea, sugar, ginger, cinnamon, berries: a bronze bell with a Just a clean lion. God knows how much dust will gather on the lion in twenty-four hours! There's that big pile of letters bundled in a box in the attic, yes, I'll have to read them again tomorrow - George's, John's, her both - put it there for the children later. Seeing it makes her feel uncomfortable. Yes, that's what we have to do tomorrow. It would do no good to let the children know how foolish she had been.

Just as she was pondering over and over again, the word "death" suddenly appeared in her mind. Death seemed so strange to her, so sinister. She had been waiting for death for a long time, and there was no need to bring it up again. Let it take its course. When she was sixty years old, she once felt that she was very old and almost finished, so she went to visit her children and grandchildren in various places, thinking to herself: Farewell, children, this is the last time that mother comes to visit you. Then she made her will, then fell ill with a fever and was ill for a long time. Like many other things, this matter was just a momentary thought in her mind, but it was still lucky, because for a long time after this, she was no longer tortured by the thought of death. She won't worry about it anymore. She hoped she would know better now. Her father lived to be one hundred and two years old, and on his last birthday he drank a glass of hot liquor. He told reporters that drinking hard liquor was his daily habit and he owed his longevity to this. The news caused a sensation. He was very proud of this. She wanted to tease Cornelia a little.

"Cornelia! Cornelia!" No footsteps were heard, but suddenly there was a hand on her cheek. "Okay, where have you been?"

"Right here, Mom."

"Cornelia, I want a hot drink."

"Are you feeling cold, dear?"

"It's chilly, and my blood doesn't flow when I'm lying in bed. How many times have I told you."

She happened to hear Cornelia telling her husband that her mother was becoming more and more childish and that they had to coax her. What annoyed her most was that Cornelia thought she was deaf, dumb, and blind. These people glanced at her, made small gestures, and said in front of her, "Don't annoy her. Just do whatever she wants. She's eighty." And she, sitting there, was like It's like being in a glass cage. Sometimes, the old woman almost makes up her mind to pack up and move back to her hometown, where no one will remind her that she is old. Just wait, Cornelia, one day your own children will talk about you behind your back!

When she was in charge, the housework was much better and she got a lot done. Once, because one of her children behaved inappropriately, Lydia drove from eighty miles away to seek advice from her grandmother. At that time, Lydia did not think she was old and unreasonable. Jamie still often comes to discuss things with her: "Mom, you are smart and capable. I want to hear what you think about this matter?..." Old? ! Cornelia didn't know how to move furniture without asking her. Cute little things, how cute children are when they are little. How much the old lady hopes that the lost years can be regained, and the children are still young and everything can start from scratch.

Suddenly a sharp voice sounded from the top of his head: Allen, this is frustrated vanity. Don't let this frustrated vanity get the better of you. Many girls have suffered the fate of being abandoned. You were abandoned, right? Then face the reality bravely and strongly. Her eyelids trembled, and a blue-grey light shone in front of her eyes like a thin piece of paper covering her eyelids. She had to get up and close the curtains, otherwise she would not be able to sleep. She returned to bed, but the curtains were still not closed. Hey, what's going on? It's best to turn over and face away from the light. If you fall asleep in the light, you will have nightmares. "Mom, how do you feel?" The biting moisture pressed against her forehead. I don’t like washing my face with cold water!

Hipsey? George? Lydia? Jimmy? No, it's Cornelia. Her entire face was swollen and there were many small puddles. "They're all on their way, honey, they'll be here soon." Go wash your face, kid, you look ridiculous.

Cornelia did not comply, but knelt down and laid her head on the pillow. She seemed to be saying something, but she made no sound. "Hey, what's wrong with you? You can't speak with your tongue? Whose birthday is it today? Do you want to hold a party?"

Cornelia's lips kept moving and twisted into strange shapes shape. "Come on, daughter, you've confused me."

"Oh, no, Mom, no..."

Nonsense, kids are weird. They will argue with you every time you say something. "Nothing, Cornelia?"

"Dr. Harry is here."

"I don't want to see this child again. He has only been away from me for five minutes."

"That was this morning, Mom, and it's night now. This is the nurse."

"I'm Dr. Harry, Mrs. Frost. I've never seen you look so young and Be happy!"

"Oh, I won't get any younger - but I'll be happy if they let me have some rest."

She. She thought she spoke loudly, but no one answered her. A warm thing pressed against her forehead, a pair of warm bracelets were put on her wrists, and the breeze brought whispers, wanting to tell her something. Like the rustling leaves in the jade hands of the Holy God, God blows and the leaves fly and rattle everywhere. "Mom, don't worry, we are going to give you a hypodermic injection." "Daughter, look, why did the ants crawl onto the bed? I saw sugar ants yesterday." Have you gone to find Hapsi? ?

What she really wanted to see was Hapsy. To see Hapsy standing there with her baby in her arms, she would have to go back many, many years and walk through many, many rooms. She seemed to be Hapsy, and the child Hapsy was holding turned out to be Hapsy himself. He and she had become the same person. There was nothing surprising about such a meeting. Then Hapsy melted from the inside and became as light as a gray gauze, and the child became a thin and transparent shadow. Hapsy came closer and said, "I thought you would never come again," then looked at her carefully with searching eyes and said, "You haven't changed at all!" They leaned in to kiss, and then from Cornelia's whispered words came from far away, "Ah, what are you going to say to me? What can I do for you?"

Yes, sixty years have passed. , her mind also changed, she wanted to meet George. I want you to go get George. When I find George, I must tell him that I have forgotten about him. I want him to know that like other women, I still have my own husband, my own children and my own house. Moreover, it is a very good house, a very good husband, I love him, and I gave birth to wonderful children with him. It was even better than I had originally hoped for. Tell him, I have regained everything he took from me, and I have gained more than I lost. Alas, no, alas, God, no, there must be something else besides a house, a husband and children.

Oh, surely they're not everything, right? What is that? There is nothing I can recover... The breath is blocked under the ribs, swelling horribly, stinging her like a sharp knife, rushing straight to her head. This kind of pain is simply unimaginable: yes , John, go and fetch the doctor now, don't be nagging, my time has come.

When this child is born, he will be the last one. The last one. It should have been the first born, because this child was the one she really wanted. Everything arrived in time, nothing was missed and nothing was left behind. She was strong and fully recovered within three days. It's also healthier. Women need milk to stay strong.

"Mum, do you hear me?"

"I'm talking to you-"

"Mum, Father Connolly is here. "

"I went to the Holy Communion meeting last week and told him that I didn't commit that many sins."

"The priest just wanted to talk to you."

Let him talk as much as he likes. That's the way he is: He always loves to come in and care about her soul, as if she were a baby with just its teeth. Then the priest would stay and have a cup of tea, play bridge, and chat. He always had some joke to say, usually about some Irish guy who had made some minor mistake and came to confess; the problem was that in his confession he would always reveal something funny without realizing it, showing that he was The struggle between natural piety and primitive sin. The old woman was at peace with the innocence of her soul. Cornelia, why do you have no manners at all? Make room for Father Connolly. She had reached a rather good understanding privately with some of her close aunts, and they had cleared the way for her to return to her Creator. Everything was sealed and signed as was the document on the newly purchased forty acres of land. Forever...the heirs and assigns shall never change. That day, the wedding cake was thrown away intact and wasted. The ground suddenly penetrated the bottom. It was dark in front of her, dripping with sweat, her feet were in the air, and the walls collapsed. Suddenly his hands supported her from the chest. , she did not fall down. Underfoot was a newly painted floor, with the same green carpet covering it as before. He swore like a sailor's parrot, "I will avenge you and kill him." Don't touch him, and let God punish him for my sake. "Alan, you should believe what I tell you..."

There is nothing to worry about anymore, except sometimes the child suddenly screams in his sleep in the middle of the night. So they got up in a hurry, with trembling hands, looking for matches everywhere, shouting, "Don't be afraid, wait a minute, we'll be here." John, go find the doctor, Hapsy may not be able to survive. But wasn't Hapsy standing next to the bed wearing a white hat? "Cornelia, tell Hapsy to take off her hat. I can't see her face clearly."

Her eyes were wide open. This room looked like a picture she had seen somewhere. painting. Dim in color, the shadows rise to the ceiling in rectangular shapes. The tall dark dresser shimmered slightly, and there was nothing on it except a photo of John, which was an enlargement of a small photo. John's eyes were originally blue, but in the photo they were dark black. You have never seen him, how do you know what he looks like? But that person said that the photo was very realistic and the person looked plump and beautiful. That's certainly true of a photo, but that's not my husband. The table next to the bed was covered with a tablecloth and on it stood a candle and a cross. Blue light shines from under Cornelia's silk lampshade. It wasn't really a light at all, just a glimpse of light. You have to spend forty years under a kerosene lamp to appreciate the trouble-free electric light. She felt very strong, and she saw a rose-colored halo on Dr. Harry's head.

"You look like a saint, Dr. Harry. I swear you're nothing more than a saint."

"She's talking.

"

"I heard you, Cornelia, what are you doing? "

"Father Connolly said——"

Cornelia's voice was like a carriage bumping up and down on a rough road. It turned and touched corners, She turned back. The old woman got up gently and reached out to pick up the reins, but there was a man sitting beside her. She knew who this man was from his hands, because she didn't look at his face. Even without looking at him, she knew who it was. She looked at the road, with the trees on both sides leaning towards the center of the road, and thousands of birds singing mass. She wanted to sing too, but she took out a rosary from her chest. Father Connolly whispered Latin in a very serious voice, while he teased the soles of her feet, making her heart itch. Oh my god, please stop being ridiculous. I'm a married woman. He ran away, leaving me to deal with this priest alone, but what should I do? I found another man who was countless times better than him. I was not willing to change my husband to anyone except St. Michael himself. You can tell him this for me, and add a thank you.

She felt a bright light flash through her closed eyelids, and then a low roar shook her whole body. Ya, is that lightning? I heard thunder, a storm is coming. Go and close the window and call the children into the house... "Mom, we are all here, we are all here." "Is that you, Hapsy?" "Oh, no, I'm Lidya." We came as fast as we could. "Face after face floated in front of her, floating past. The rosary slipped out of her hand, and Lydia put it back in her hand. Jimmy wanted to step in to help, but their hands touched, and the old woman's two Only one finger grabbed Jimmy's thumb. It couldn't be a rosary, it must be something alive. She was very surprised that her thoughts were spinning, and she couldn't help herself. Dear Lord, my end is coming. Come on, I haven't thought of it yet. Oh, I hate surprises the most. I want Cornelia's amethyst bracelet—Cornelia, you can have that amethyst bracelet. , but you have to put it on Hapsy when she wants to use it. Dr. Harry, no one asked you to come. Oh, my dear Lord, just wait a moment. I also plan to make some arrangements. Jimmy doesn't need it, but Lidia will need it after marrying such a useless husband. I also want to make the altar cloth and give it to Bodya. The nun sent six bottles of wine to cure her dyspepsia. Father Connolly, I want to send six bottles of wine to Sister Borgia. Don't forget this time.

Cornelia. The voice was short, changed in tone, and finally screamed, "Oh, mother, oh, mother, oh, mother..."

"I don't want to leave yet, Cornelia. This is a surprise attack, I can't leave yet. "

You will see Hapsy. How is she? "I thought you would never come again. "The old lady walked out, walked a long way, looking for Hapsy. What if she couldn't be found? What should she do? Her heart sank, and kept sinking. There was no bottom to death. She walked Not to the end. The blue light from Cornelia's lampshade shrank to a small point in the center of her mind, flickering like an eye. It floated quietly, shrinking and shrinking. The old woman lay there, curled up. Huddled together, staring at this light in amazement, this is herself. Her body is now just a black shadow in the endless darkness, and this endless darkness will surround this light spot and finally surround it. Devoured. God, please show me.

This is the second time, and there is still no groom or priest in the house. ① She can't remember any other sorrows. Because this time the grief overwhelmed everything. Oh, no, nothing could be more cruel than this time - I would never forgive it. She took a deep breath, straightened her body, and blew out the lamp. .