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After the wedding and small reception Philip carries Grace over the threshold of their new home. Iris the maid comes behind them ready to help set Grace on to her legs again. He sets Grace down carefully with Iris's help. Grace stands on her artificial legs balancing herself. They walk into the lounge, Philip guiding her along as her blind eyes stare into the room. Wish I could see the room. Wish I could see Philip and Iris. Philip takes Grace to the settee and she sits down slowly. A home again. Hope this one doesn't get bombed. Well Grace you are home again, Philip says. Yes, its good to be out of hospital and in a new home, she says. He takes her hand. Want you to know this is your new home forever, he says. New home. I'll never see it or him. Where's Iris? She says. She's putting your clothes away in our bedroom, he says. Bedroom. Bed. And he will want to make love to me tonight. How will he be when he sees me naked and legless? He's seen my stumps, but never naked and half a woman. She grabs his hand tight. You have never seen me naked, what will you think when you see me without clothes and legless? Will you really want to make love to me? He leans in close to her. Of course I will, I love you, Grace, he says softly. But I am only half a woman, a blind one too. She cries. He hugs her closer to him. She can sense him near. You are a complete woman to me, he says. Iris comes running into the room. What's up? She says, going across to them. Grace is worried about tonight, he says. Iris kneels down beside Grace and whispers: you have your husband who loves you madly and me to care for you in all things I can. Grace cries as she has not done for sometime. In her mind's eye she thinks of Clive who died at Dunkirk the year before and who made love to her before the bombing and his death. She senses Philip kiss her cheek. And Iris's hand touching her thigh. Now she wants to live, last year she wanted to die.
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Sep 22, 2017
Sep 22, 2017 at 3:42 AM UTC
AFTER GRACE'S WEDDING 1941.
After the wedding and small reception Philip carries Grace over the threshold of their new home. Iris the maid comes behind them ready to help set Grace on to her legs again. He sets Grace down carefully with Iris's help. Grace stands on her artificial legs balancing herself. They walk into the lounge, Philip guiding her along as her blind eyes stare into the room. Wish I could see the room. Wish I could see Philip and Iris. Philip takes Grace to the settee and she sits down slowly. A home again. Hope this one doesn't get bombed. Well Grace you are home again, Philip says. Yes, its good to be out of hospital and in a new home, she says. He takes her hand. Want you to know this is your new home forever, he says. New home. I'll never see it or him. Where's Iris? She says. She's putting your clothes away in our bedroom, he says. Bedroom. Bed. And he will want to make love to me tonight. How will he be when he sees me naked and legless? He's seen my stumps, but never naked and half a woman. She grabs his hand tight. You have never seen me naked, what will you think when you see me without clothes and legless? Will you really want to make love to me? He leans in close to her. Of course I will, I love you, Grace, he says softly. But I am only half a woman, a blind one too. She cries. He hugs her closer to him. She can sense him near. You are a complete woman to me, he says. Iris comes running into the room. What's up? She says, going across to them. Grace is worried about tonight, he says. Iris kneels down beside Grace and whispers: you have your husband who loves you madly and me to care for you in all things I can. Grace cries as she has not done for sometime. In her mind's eye she thinks of Clive who died at Dunkirk the year before and who made love to her before the bombing and his death. She senses Philip kiss her cheek. And Iris's hand touching her thigh. Now she wants to live, last year she wanted to die.
A BLIND LEGLESS WOMAN IS MARRIED IN 1941
TerryCollett
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Sep 22, 2017
Sep 22, 2017 at 3:42 AM UTC
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