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Weeks Since My Last Confession |
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When Molly O’Brien
comes into the world in 1951, she never imagines that her
life will turn out the way it does. Born into a wealthy family
in which her father is a senator and her mother a devout Catholic,
Molly receives a good upbringing and has all the reason in
the world to be happy. Yet somehow, at the age of thirty,
she is addicted to heroin and hasn’t been employed for
years. Her father believes that the corrupting influences
of society are at fault, while her mother is convinced it’s
Molly’s own depravity that has caused her ruin and her
failure to stay in the Catholic church. Her older brother
Sean, however, knows who is really to blame: he holds the
family secrets that have caused all of his sister’s
problems and are leading her down the harrowing road to drug
addiction. And ultimately he knows that he and his parents
are the only ones who can lead her out.
A dramatically written family saga, Two Weeks Since my Last
Confession is the story of one woman’s survival in the
face of serious childhood abuse and addiction. More than this,
it is a tale which chronicles the triumph of the human spirit
over its enemies — not only external enemies but also
the ones we find within ourselves.
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FROM THE BOOK:
One hundred smiling paratroopers
lined up to receive their certificates for graduating from
the 82nd Airborne Division of the United States Army. Sean
was among them. With a big grin he saluted his commanding
officer and accepted the piece of paper. Wearing his maroon
beret and dress greens, he smiled at his mother and sister
Susan who had come to the graduation. His father had refused
to go or acknowledge that his son was a paratrooper –
and that he had gone against his wishes and joined the 82nd
Airborne. Now, for sure he would go to Viet Nam. |
She
had been in Bobby’s apartment for hours, waiting for the
call that was supposed to come in around seven. When eight o’clock
arrived and there was no call Molly was nervous, unable to eat
any of the Chinese food Bobby had brought home. When the phone
finally rang, Molly jumped up to answer. Bobby watched as all
the color drained from her faced.
“The blood test is positive for pregnancy,” the
nurse said, repeating herself when she got no response from
the other end. She was the nurse who had drawn the blood and
remembered the frightened look on Molly’s face. |
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