A Continuation of the Villiage Singer

Did they live happily ever after or not?

Candace Whitcomb died that evening shortly after Alma finished singing. Wilson ran over to the side of the bed and wept aloud in grief of his aunt’s death. Alma had tears slowly trickling down her frail white cheeks.

“Oh, Wilson I can’t believe she is gone.” cried Mrs. Ford. “I simple can’t believe it.”

Wilson stood up to comfort his mother. Mrs. Ford leaned her head on his shoulder. Alma went to Candace’s side and knelt down and gazed upon the old woman’s face and saw the glow had left and all that remain was the wrinkles of an old woman. Alma bent her head and rested it on her shoulder and silently wept.

Suddenly she said “It is completely my fault,”

Wilson and Mrs. Ford looked at Alma with quizzical expressions.

“It is not your fault Alma, Aunt Candice was old and it was her time to leave us.” replied Wilson with a touch of sorrow in his voice.

“Oh but it is, if I had not become the new lead soprano she would not have wasted her energy trying to out sing me all the time, she would still be alive. Wilson I am so sorry, I must leave.”

“Alma, wait don’t go” called Wilson hoping from the bottom of his heart that she would not go

Alma had already taken her coat and left the cottage. Wilson looked at his mother with a pleading look in his eyes.

“Mother, I must go and follow her.”

“Go my son, catch up to her and ask her to marry you and then the two of you come and live in this house and raise a family together.” Mrs. Ford said.

Off went Wilson in search for Alma. He looked everywhere, he when to Minnie Langsing’s house and Rosemary Fruff’s house, no Alma, so he kept on searching.

Alma was already on the road to Nottingham, where her father and mother lived. She decided to live with her parents for a while because she knew that if she stayed in Derby she would never forgive herself. Then she thought of how much she loved Wilson. She almost turned around to run back to Wilson but thought better of it. She knew that this would be hard for Wilson but he was a handsome man and would not have trouble finding another woman.

All around her was beautiful deciduous trees and the flowers blossoming along side of the road. The birds singing as they flew above her head