"Life Is Not A Rehearsal", part 4 of the new series "After The Pandemic. A Fictional Story"


“Life Is Not A Rehearsal”
Part 4 of the series "After The Pandemic. A Fictional Story"
by Karin Sawetz


"The Hofrat…  it took a bad end. He lived in the believe to be the one who decides what counts. We all have to live with the consequences of our actions of the past. The Hofrat is a good example for bad decisions based on evil intentions. It was another time and such guys like the Hofrat haven’t calculated the new circumstances.The anger of the population turned the life of the ones who tried to profit or benefit from the misery of others into a nightmare." The reflections of the sunset appear as a flickering fire in grandma Naomi's eyes. "Life is not a rehearsal, never forget that. There is no second chance."  

In this moment the German shepherd of Sarah's mother runs into the winter garden. "Come on Sweetie, you wild beast." Sarah takes the head of the dog with both hands into a stranglehold such as starting a fight. 
Naomi adds a grumpy note to her granddaughter: "Why haven't you given the hound another name? Sweetie! What a name for this watchdog." 
"I thought the name would annoy others. Obviously, the right choice," says Sarah with a wink to her grandmother and bright smile.

"Is this the result of my education?" Sarah's mother Joyce enters the scenery and kisses her child "Good girl! Never make it comfortable!" 
Naomi stands up to welcome her daughter: "Which part of my upbringing went wrong?"
Joyce kisses Naomi on the cheek: "Nothing, dear mum. You are the best." 
"Mother's Day is on 10th May. You are some days too early. Any reason for your visit?" asks Naomi on her way to the kitchen.
"How did I miss you! No, no other reason. Except - do you have a piece of your excellent apple cake?" Joyce looks after Sarah who started a walk with Sweetie through the garden.
Naomi comes back from the kitchen with the pastry and two coffee cups: "I have guests. They are currently at the orangery and examine my latest cultivation."
"Was the growing of the new apple variety successful?" asks Joyce while taking a cup and a piece of cake. 
"Taste the cake and let me know." 
Joyce loves her mother's cakes. The pieces aren't served as slices but square blocks, cubes that are wrapped at the bottom with paper-like but edible material made of the waste of apples. The cup was outfitted with playful thrills. It's one of her mother's latest design bestsellers for the 3D printer. The visual design together with the recipe for the powder won recently an award. With some additional ingredients, the apple stalk and seed paste get a marzipan flavor which matches the apple dessert perfectly. 
"Who are your guests?"
"Ann and Martin. Sarah tried to find out more about my past." Naomi and Joyce laugh out loud. 

“I’m following the coffee scent.” Ann, still out of sight at the orangery connecting path, announces to join the round: "Why can these questions about the past bring you sisters always into a good mood? Or have you eaten from foolish apples?" Now Ann stands at the winter garden. "Naomi, congratulations! The new worm-robo-bio-mutation loosens up the earth perfectly. Is this your development?”


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