HOLDING
The flaming noonday heat compelled Dora to withdraw from the lush garden into her mother-in-law’s cool and comfortable country cottage. Dora had been caring for her husband’s mother several months. Every morning Dora would go to Louise’s house to wash and clean, run errands and cook, chop and plant, weed and wait! It was the daily ministering that was getting Dora down. Dora’s mother-in-law was burning up with cancer, and she was slowly sinking into the shelter of seclusion. But so was Dora. And Dora’s husband, Jack, could not pull himself together to visit and help out his mother more than once every eight or ten days. “It’s too painful to see my mother,” Jack would inform Dora when he would venture the courage to communicate with his wife. “You go for me. Would you?” Jack remained on the fringe of his mother’s life, much as he lingered on the border of all people’s existence, including his spouse. Jack could not even attend…
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