He pushed the doorbell and waited. He heard a faint voice coming from inside. “Oh, just a moment, please. I’ll be there as soon as I can. I’m not moving very well. Hold on, please.” It sounded like someone was trapped in a deep hole calling for help as they attempted to climb out.
A few moments passed before Miss Amon slowly opened the door. She was dressed in a floor-length, gray housecoat, a maroon, button-down wool sweater and a pair of rubber boots. Her body was sort of listing to one side and she was holding an ice pack to her bruised forehead.
“Oh my, Beatrice, you look awful. Is there anything I can do for you?”
“Oh no, Father. I’ll be all right. It’s those kids upstairs. My apartment is destroyed. I was almost killed. I don’t know what happened up there or what they were doing. All I know is, I’m lucky to be alive.”
“May I come in, Beatrice?”
“Oh, I’m sorry. Where are my manners? Of course, Father, come in.”
Father Sullivan followed the slow moving, lucky-to-be-alive woman into her apartment. She immediately headed to the sofa, as she fell more than sat on it. She took a deep breath while simultaneously emitting a soft moan. Leaning her head back, she removed the ice pack, shook it to rearrange the ice inside it before placing it back on her forehead.
Father took in the entire performance. “Well, Beatrice, tell me what happened here today. And what in heaven’s name happened to your head?”
Take a seven day journey with the five, newly orphaned Peach kids, as they begin their struggle to remain a family while planning their dad’s funeral.
They find an ally in the local parish priest, Father Tim Sullivan, who tries his best to guide them through the strange, unchartered and turbulent waters of “grown-up world.” A story that is sad, funny, and inspiring as it shows how the power of family love and faith can overcome seemingly insurmountable obstacles.