My Scottish Connection
By
Paul R. Meredith
This story is dedicated to my beautiful and loving
daughter
Kristine Elaine
Meredith Sulzberger
July 13, 1965 to October 27, 2013
Here is an excerpt from this exciting story of romance and adventure. A previous excerpt from Chapter 1 is located elsewhere on this site. I hope you enjoy the story excerpts enough to want to read the entire story.
Chapter
7
Ian McNamara had no contact with his
son the remainder of the evening. Margaret made him come down and eat something
after their son went to bed for the night. “You have to eat something, Ian. You
can deal with the reflux better than you can with starvation,” she scolded.
“I
don’t want any damn food.”
“You
will eat something or I’ll tell the doctor you refuse to eat properly. I don’t
think it’s a scolding you want from him,” she said. He came down and grudgingly
ate a small amount of supper. He was in a terrible mood and spoke not one word
to his wife.
Ian
did not come to see Peter off for the airport the following morning. Instead,
he got up very early and went to the fields in the truck with his dogs.
Margaret packed him some food to take with him.
Margaret
McNamara hugged her son before he left. “May God be with you as you search for
the right thing to do, my son. Please, whatever you do, I implore you, don’t
break your father’s heart. He is hurting badly enough with what has taken place
already. I don’t want his poor old heart to suffer any more damage. It is bad
enough as it is. Doctor McFarland has warned him to take it very easy and to
take his medicine every single day or it could be curtains for him.”
Peter
listened as his mother spoke to him. Then he gave her a curt kiss and left in
his rental car, his head hanging low with guilt at the hurt he had caused his
father. He drove down the lane past where his father was far out in the field
working with his two dogs. He honked and waved, but Ian McNamara ignored his
son’s attempts to say goodbye. Peter hesitated as he honked several more times,
but Ian continued to ignore the signals. Finally, in frustration, Peter drove
off, feeling heavy of heart.
The few possible solutions to his
personal problems were running a thousand miles an hour through his head as
Peter neared the main highway to Glasgow
a few minutes later. As he started to pick up the speed he needed to merge with
the highway traffic, he was preoccupied with the thought of leaving without his
father saying goodbye to him. He never noticed the large flatbed truck carrying
the two farm tractors closing on him as he entered the main highway, not until
it was too late to react. The truck and the car collided together on the main
highway just as Peter tried to swerve away, causing the car to spin out of
control. The car left the road and hit a large concrete drain tile under an
entry drive to a farm field, bounced off and then hit a large tree. Bouncing
off the tree, the car tore out fifty feet of fencing as it rolled over and over
before coming to rest on its top in the water-filled ditch.....
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