"I had that dream again last night," she offered. He didn't answer, thinking about something else, as usual. He rarely listens to me anymore, thought Molly. "Maybe it means something...maybe it's telling me to take a holiday? I haven't had a day off in a long time."
David nodded distractedly. "Do you want to go to a movie tonight?" he replied.
stared at the fleck of cappucino foam drooping off David's moustache. That
was another thing...it was beginning to bother her watching other people
eat. The whole thing of the chewing & the swallowing was getting to her. It
was definitely time to go find that canoe, and to paddle off for awhile.
She found herself taking the easy way out, and agreeing to see a movie. At
least she would be able to get out of having to talk for a couple of hours.
"This is a beautiful Island," Molly said to Li Read.
"Yes, it is," agreed Li. "I've been here ten years now, and I could live anywhere, but I choose to be here...people come to the Island to vacation, and they all love it, but when you live here, it's like peeling off the first layer of an onion, and then you see its real charm, and why we're all so lucky to be able to be here! It's not like living in a small town, either...so many people have come here, from so many places, that there's a real cosmopolitan sense of life, with a tolerance for people not usually found in small towns...everyone is interested in the environment, though, and treasuring the natural beauty of this area. We're so close to Vancouver and to Victoria, and to the rest of Vancouver Island, that we can go off on daytrips to the city, and recharge, if we want to. It's always such a relief to see the ferry get close to our Island, though, on the return trip home!"
Molly gave Li her address, and asked to be on Li's mailing list for Island information and real estate updates, and said that she'd be back.
"You're going to be really glad you came to the Yoga retreat," said Li. "It gives you that quiet moment to listen to what you really want to be doing in life. Keep in touch...let me know how you found it."
Molly waved goodbye, and crossed the street to the
local coffee house, the smell of roasting coffee enticing her in. A
bookstore offering internet access was next door. If David had been along,
he would have immersed himself there, she thought. David...they had been
friends for so long...things were not the same, though. This was a weekend
to be honest with herself...and things were definitely not the same with
David as far as she was concerned. 'A quiet moment to listen to what you
really want to be doing in life'...that was what Li had said about the Yoga
retreat...maybe the point of that recurring dream, the canoe gliding to the
Island, pulling her into something...maybe the point of all her recent
restlessness was about to become clear.... Molly finished her latte, and
continued on her way, the village dropping out of sight behind her as she
pointed the car up the hill and along a secondary, forested road, to the
large sprawling house that was to be her home for the next two days. Was
that apprehension or excitement that thrummed in her body? There was no
going back now.
"So, what was it like?"
Molly looked at David. She had forgotten how intense he could be, how he almost vibrated with suppressed energy.
"It was interesting," she replied.
Molly shrugged, ignoring the sarcastic tone in his voice; she refused to be drawn into the bickering pattern they seemed to have fallen into. She looked down at the sidewalk, at their feet, striding in unison. They had agreed ages ago to go to this gallery opening...it wasn't what she really wanted to do, this first night back in the city. What she really wanted to do was to sit quietly, to think about the calm center she had momentarily blundered into on her weekend retreat. That, and the silence of the forest at night on Salt Spring. She did not want to share this quietness with David...he would make fun of her, she was certain. He was not an Island person, she decided. Or, was he? Was all this brittle panache just a veneer, the real David lurking somewhere underneath the plastic and sparkle?
"It was really a very pretty place...maybe we could go some weekend? They have Bed & Breakfasts...resorts...there's a lake there, with cottages...we could rent one".
"Sure, sometime, why not?" He pulled her behind him into the gallery, already full of people sipping wine and dissecting the artist's works displayed on the wall.
Molly let him
disappear into the agitation of the crowd. She turned her back on the
splashes of violent colour climbing the gallery walls, and left, running up
the sidewalk to the bus just about to pull away from the curb. This
confusion and clamour was no longer for her. She was going to have to
figure out how to get back to the Island to stay...maybe she could buy a
business, or start one? There must be something she could do to earn a
living there...how did other people do it? She sat next to the window on
the almost empty bus, oblivious to the view of pavement, storefronts,
people, traffic...she would write to Li tomorrow & get her to send some
information on how to move to Salt Spring & how to be able to work
there...there had to be a way to make it all happen...Li would be able to