The Parallel Parliament

Glen Pearson

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Life Among the Stones – The Caregivers (Chapter 17)

Posted on January 28, 2019

The rigors of the Christmas season appeared to have been the turning point.  Alberta visibly declined in the weeks following, at times not wanting to get out of bed.  She still spoke with clear articulation, but the rest of her body seemed to be in revolt. Everyone around her understood that late-stage dementia was having its way with her already frail condition.  It seemed clear to Jenny that her mother understood her state and was doing her best to manage it.  They could still enjoy lengthy talks, but, inevitably, Alberta would lose her train of thought or bring up another subject totally unrelated to the discussion. It was a welcome benefit that England’s winter, this year, was unseasonably warm, permitting Alberta to sit out in her garden, sometimes for…

Life Among the Stones – First Kiss (Chapter 12)

Posted on January 20, 2019

The morning began with a light rain that gave way to sparsely clouded skies before the lunch hour. Alberta slept in and, upon rising, commented, “O dear, what did I miss?” She was looking at the wrinkled clothes she had slept in for over 12 hours. She had no idea how it happened. “You were exhausted following that walk, Mom. You didn’t even want dinner, only to sleep. Remember any of it?” Her daughter’s question received only a confused stare in response. She watched as her mother thought hard, working her way back through the hours to that moment Jenny was referring to, but it was gone – likely permanently. “I’m sorry if I caused you any difficulty … or embarrassment, Jen. O my,…

Life Among the Stones – Edinburgh (Chapter 10)

Posted on January 17, 2019

The Principal Edinburgh Hotel on George Street had been a Scottish landmark since its opening two centuries earlier – a favourite lodging of luminaries like Robert Burns and Sir Walter Scott.  It had never been constructed as one structure, but was an amalgamation of five different buildings that eventually became the one prominent Edinburgh hotel.  Alberta couldn’t recall it from her youth, but the fact that some of the world’s great authors and poets stayed there when in Scotland appealed to her publishing experience.  Robin had been able to secure them a suite.  It had recently undergone a multi-million pound refurbishment, reclaiming much of its earlier glory and reputation. Things only got better as they entered the door beneath eight massive pillars and walked into a lobby…

Life Among the Stones – Heading North (Chapter 9)

Posted on January 15, 2019

The steady rhythm of the rails was both soothing and consoling for Alberta.  She gazed out the train window as it passed through the Lake District, wending its way ever northward, through England’s green rolling hills and valleys, from Hertfordshire to Yorkshire and on to Northumberland.  She and Jennifer had arrived at London’s Kings Cross station at mid-morning for the five-hour journey into the heart of Scotland. The idea had been Robin’s, and it had been brilliant.  The seasons had shifted and summer was making its resplendent presence known.  The familiar rains were at a minimum only at this time of year, and the sunshine filled every nook and cranny of the British Isles. In the weeks following their lunch at La Porchetta, there were increasing moments of…

Life Among the Stones – Closing the Desk (Chapter 5)

Posted on January 8, 2019

“It must be this way, Amit – the magazine deserves our best and I can’t deliver at that level anymore,” Alberta said firmly.  “My God, I will miss this place.” She uttered the words as a kind of benediction, filled with reverence and emotion. Amit Laghari, a proud and accomplished magazine publisher with East Indian Brahman origins, leaned back in his leather chair and observed this woman who had been so instrumental to his own success at Society. He had been fully unprepared when she arrived in his office, sat respectively on the chair opposite his, and informed him of all that had transpired in the last two days. If she was feeling the quiet tragedy of it all, she didn’t reveal it.  It could have been like…