After her son, John, had left her door, Myrtle wondered if she had done the right thing.
Myrtle had no intention of explaining why she left, nor considered having her son, John bunk with her, even for one night.
She had left Jamaica when he was very young because she was not ready to be a mother, to give up her life, to live in that deserted hillside community.
She was sorry that she’d had John, sorry she’d met his father. She needed her life.
Over the years, she had sent things back to Jamaica to look after John. It was no strain. However, if he thought she could look after him full time…
Myrtle pondered if she was right for having virtually chased him away, and felt bad. She decided that when she saw him again she’d explain why she behaved as she did.
She didn’t see John again.
Not the following day, or the day after, nor the week after.
John never returned to her door. Never phoned, nothing.
But she got a letter.