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NWW Issue 9 Spring and Summer 2018

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NORTH WEST WORDS<br />

SPRING / SUMMER <strong>2018</strong> ISSUE 9<br />

'Once the bishop <strong>and</strong> the priests hear that she's performing miracles, you can explain it to them!'<br />

Mammy spits a bit when she's talking <strong>and</strong> her beautiful face scrunch up the words. She opens the<br />

back door <strong>and</strong> flings the water into the back yard scaring the two scrawny hens, who live despite<br />

the stone flags <strong>and</strong> tiny amount of grass.<br />

'Don't tell me that you're envious of your own eight year old daughter? Jealous of a child that isn't<br />

the full shillin'?' He's goading her so she'll not miss him when he's out in the pub later. 'She'll need<br />

something, as no man will take her on despite the pale skin <strong>and</strong> angelic face. She'll need to be able<br />

to fend for herself because she's got nothing between her pretty little ears.'<br />

Mammy wipes her eye with the back of her h<strong>and</strong> <strong>and</strong> sniffs a bit. I can tell then that in the silence,<br />

she's staring at me. They both are.<br />

'This next one better be all right?' Mammy mutters rubbing her big belly. 'Took long enough to get<br />

this far again. This next one better come out fine <strong>and</strong> talk to us properly. It better not be as odd as<br />

two left feet, like that yolk over there.' She's pointing at me.<br />

I know they've waited a long time on this baby to come into Mammy. She used to say, 'Tis his fault.<br />

That thing between his legs ain't good for nothing. He's not someone I should've married. My own<br />

were in a hurry to be rid of the eldest, with another five daughters to sort out. I married beneath<br />

myself <strong>and</strong> I'm paying the price now.'<br />

That's why, Daddy asked me to rub his bits for him. They both wanted a normal boy <strong>and</strong> he asked<br />

me to heal between his legs. It all seemed to work fine. He liked me to do it for him <strong>and</strong> sure I<br />

couldn't say no to Daddy. It's our secret though, as it would make Mammy even more cross than<br />

she is already. Even I know that if she heard I healed Daddy's private place, she'd be livid. Daddy<br />

said his bother Vincent needed 'the healing' on his mickey too. I know he's not married, so I would<br />

only do it the once for him <strong>and</strong> he got angry.<br />

'Thems for babies,' I told him as I heard the birthing woman talking to Mammy near the butcher's<br />

about making sure Daddy didn't wear his trousers too tight, or sit too long in the hot baths. 'You<br />

don't need the babies yet,' I whispered at Uncle Vincent, 'you don't need the healing.'<br />

He got wild angry when his mickey didn't work near me after that. I'm glad though he's off in America<br />

now, as I don't like the air about him at all. Healing Daddy is different. I'm of his blood <strong>and</strong> his<br />

'favourite girl'. I like it when he whispers how I helped him have another pretty Molly in Mammy's<br />

tummy. Even I know that the air about Daddy can be wrong sometimes.<br />

'It's a gift you have,' Daddy's blue eyes are proud. 'Make me better, Molly.'<br />

He is better since the baby is coming. Mammy's happier too, apart from when she is with me of<br />

course.<br />

'I can taste the hate,' I tell Daddy when Mammy's puts on her good scarf <strong>and</strong> scuttles off to the bus<br />

to go to her nearest sister's. 'It comes out of her. I can even taste the hate off her.'<br />

'She doesn't hate you,' Daddy tells me. I can always tell when people are telling me wrong things.<br />

Out of the corner of my eyes I can see the darkness around their heads.<br />

'Do you see angels?' Daddy asked me last year when I was doing the healing on his mickey.<br />

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