Red-Hot Desert Docs. Carol Marinelli

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СКАЧАТЬ system in his own country would Zahir choose a bride. His father had resisted but Zahir was now thirty-two and the King wanted his son married and home.

      And so Zahir chose to remain aloof in relationships, knowing, hoping, that at any given time his father might relent and summon him home and the work on the health system in his country could truly begin.

      There was nothing aloof about his feelings for Adele, though.

      It could only prove perilous to get involved with her.

      The last time he had been home he had sat in the desert and asked for a solution.

      Always he asked for help regarding Aafaq and the clash with his father, and always he asked how best to serve his people. Lately, he had asked about Adele.

      There could be no solution there, Zahir knew.

      Yet he had asked for guidance and in the quiet of deep meditation the answer had been the same.

      Have patience.

      In time the answers will unfold.

      Do what is essential.

      Zahir’s patience was running out.

      He watched as Adele pressed the buzzer and then she turned around and frowned.

      She was surprised that the man who left her standing in the dark night after night seemed to want to see her safely inside.

      Within a matter of moments she was walking into the nursing home and towards her mother’s room.

      ‘Hi, Adele.’ Annie, one of the nurses, had just finished turning her mother and smiled at Adele as she came in.

      ‘I know that it’s late but I couldn’t get here this morning and...’

      Adele stopped herself. They always told her that she didn’t need to give a reason if she couldn’t come in. Tomorrow she wouldn’t be able to—she was on an early shift and, even though the nursing home was close by, she was going out on that date with Paul.

      The trouble was she wasn’t particularly looking forward to it.

      ‘Hi, Mum,’ Adele said, and took a seat and held one of her mother’s hands.

      Lorna’s nails were painted a lovely shade of coral.Adele did her mother’s finger-and toenails each week. Her once brown hair was now a silver grey. Adele had used to faithfully do her roots but in the end she had stopped that.

      Oh, she knew she had to get a life and yet it was so hard not to come in and visit.

      And people simply didn’t understand.

      Lorna had been so vibrant and outgoing. A single mum, she had juggled work and her daughter, along with an active social life. She’d had a large group of friends and at first they, along with relatives, had filled the ICU waiting rooms and then later they had come by to visit when Lorna had been on the ward.

      Over the years those visits had all but petered out.

      Now the occasional card or letter came and Adele would read it out then add it to the string on her mother’s wall. Lorna’s sister, Adele’s aunt, came and visited maybe once or twice a year. Another friend dropped in on occasion but apart from that it was just Adele.

      And so she brought her mother, who lay with her eyes closed, up to date on what was happening in her life.

      ‘I finally my got my lift from him,’ Adele told her mum. ‘It was very underwhelming.’ It really had been, she thought. ‘Anyway, I’m over Zahir. I really do mean it this time. I’m going out with Paul tomorrow night. He’s one of the paramedics,’ Adele explained to the silence. ‘He’s asked me out a few times and I decided maybe I should give him a chance after all. I guess I’m not going to like everyone in the same way I do Zahir.’

      It really was time to get a life.

      But then she told her mother the real reason she had stopped by after work.

      It wasn’t just that she might not be in tomorrow, there were bigger reasons than that for her being here tonight.

      If her mother would just squeeze her hand or blink or do one thing to acknowledge that she knew Adele was here, it would help.

      This was agony, it truly was, sitting here day in, day out, and yet she was all her mother had.

      But Adele made herself say it out loud.

      ‘Mum, I’ve got some annual leave that I need to take and I’m thinking of going on holiday.’

      It was a huge thing for her to say.

      Yet she knew she couldn’t live this life for ever.

      To pay for the nursing home and the legal fees when the other family involved in the accident had sued, the family home had been sold and Adele now shared a small flat with Helga and James.

      Adele had deferred her studies for two years, but they had been spent dealing with the aftermath of the accident. She hadn’t had a holiday in years. Any weekends or leave had always been taken up with other things, such as university, work, visiting her mother, getting the house ready for the market or dealing with lawyers, doctors and real estate agents.

      Finally, when her mum had been placed in this home and things had started to settle, Adele had started her role in Accident and Emergency.

      Now she felt as if she was coming up for air and she simply wanted to get away and maybe just grieve for her mother.

      Of course she would still visit, Adele thought as she walked the small distance home to her flat.

      But she had to work out some sort of balance.

      Helga was in the kitchen, making an enormous fry-up for herself and James, and she had her music up loud.

      Adele was so tired but she lay on her bed, trying not to think of what she had just told her mother and trying to consider where to go on holiday.

      Greece perhaps?

      She woke to that thought.

      Adele took out her laptop and looked at several destinations and then saw a wonderful package deal for the South of France.

      Oh!

      It was more expensive than she had planned for.

      Then again, she hadn’t really planned to be going away.

      Walking towards the bus stop, she saw that a one-bedroom flat nearby had just come up for rent.

      Perhaps the money would be better spent moving out than on two weeks overseas.

      Arriving at work, she smiled at Janet, who was waiting for the rest of the early-shift staff to arrive before they had handover, which wouldn’t take long, given that the place appeared dead.

      Zahir was sitting on hold on the phone and not looking in the sunniest of moods.

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