A tale of of a courageous woman who had nothing in this world to give but her love.
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Carissa Forbes, a young Black girl of seventeen, leaves her beloved family in rural Nova Scotia to make a life for herself in the Montreal, Quebec, Canada. Much befalls this young girl as she tries to adapt to big city life. She meets and falls in love with a French Canadian man and is faced with an awful truth at the end of their relationship that changes her life forever. Carissa has an extraordinary ability to communicate with angels. In all of this, Carissa maintains contact with the spirit world even when she ignores the warnings. Imaginary friends, dreams, fortune tellers and special numbers all play an integral part of this woman's life until the end of her journey. Once her daughter marries and creates a life for herself, Carissa is finally at peace. Her angels have come through for her and she is finally happy.
excerpt from chapter 55
Shortly before 11:00 P.M., Carl came to the door. He had been all over Montreal and he did not find Jean or Honey anywhere. He frequented all of Jean’s regular hangouts and questioned about thirty people in the process.
“The last place I went was the pool hall and George told me Jean and Honey stopped by earlier. They were hot.”
“Is that the same sleazy pool hall downtown that is always raided by the police?” Carissa wanted to know.”
“I warned that girl never to go in there. I told her there would be serious consequences to pay if I ever found out she had.”
When Carl didn’t answer Carissa continued,
How long has she been going there?”
“Bout a month or so. That’s where she met that guy she is seeing tonight, Randy Brubaker.”
“He’s the comedian, the brother of a classmate?”
“So I have been told.”
“What do you mean so you have been told? Don’t you talk to Honey anymore?”
“Not really, she’s been ignoring me since I started dating Coralie.”
“But you knew about it and you didn’t tell me?”
“Whoa, Carissa I know you are upset, but don’t take it out on me. Honey is always with your sister, I thought you knew.”
“What the hell else has she been up to that I don’t know about?”
Carl just shook his head. He had nothing further to say.
“So what do we do now?” Gracie interjected.
“Guess we just have to wait for her to come home,” Carl responded.
Carissa broke down and sobbed, “God if he hurts her, I will…”
“Carissa, I will not let anything happen to Honey, trust me. Randy is a good enough guy and he has been warned already if he hurts her in any way he will have me to deal with me and ‘my crew’. They’re not going out together. They’re just friends. If I were you, I would be more concerned about your wacko sister. It is like she has some kind of spell over her.”
Gracie gave her son a look to get him to be quiet. She didn’t want Carissa more upset than she already was.
“Listen Carissa,” he said, “Whenever Jean shows up at the pool hall with Honey, I have my boys watching to see nothing happens to her. Jean can go to hell as far as I am concerned, but nobody is gonna hurt Honey. The guys that hang out there have all been warned she’s off limits. They know better than to cross us.”
“Why what would you do?”
“Nuff said. I have it under control. Mom, the roads are getting bad if you’re coming home tonight we have to go now.”
Gracie looked at her friend. Carissa nodded indicating she would be okay.
“Are you sure, I could stay with you. Carl can go home by himself.”
“I’ll be fine Gracie. You can just as easily wait at your own home as you can in mine. There is nothing more you can do here, so you go home and get some rest. I’ll call if I get any news.”
“Again, are you sure? I don’t mind staying.”
“No, no you go home; I’ll call you if I hear anything. And Carl I want to thank you for all your help.”
After they left, Carissa sat in the dark and prayed. She must have inadvertently dosed off because the radio blasted in her ear waking her up. She knew she never set the alarm.
It seemed the song had prematurely ended when the station cut to the news. It was 3:30 A.M. The highways were treacherous and a three-car-collision had been reported. Nine people were injured. Two people had died.
Apparently, a 1977, blue Chevrolet Impala lost control and slammed into a vehicle going in the opposite direction just south of Montreal en route from the Eastern Townships. No other details were known at this time. Carissa’s blood ran cold. She knew that car belonged to Jean.