Sunday
The Robert’s Residence
Rosslynn, Virginia
Mac showed up at the Robert’s house just as
Bud was leaving with Little AJ. "Afternoon, ma’am. Go right on in.
Harriet's waiting for you."
"Thank you, Bud. Bye, AJ," she said
waving at the little boy watching her over his father’s shoulder. Mac turned,
knocked once on the door, then walked in. "Harriet?"
"In the kitchen. Come on in."
Harriet called out.
Mac walked into the kitchen, took off her
jacket and draped it over a chair. She looked around the kitchen in amazement.
"My word, Harriet. How many people did you invite over?"
Harriet smiled at Mac and explained,
"Well, I haven’t had too much of an appetite lately but I am feeding a
growing boy, three sailors and a Marine."
"Are you not eating anything?"
asked a concerned Mac.
"I’m eating. I just don’t have the
appetite I used to. But I am trying." Harriet turned back to preparing the
meal. She didn’t want Mac to see how much her eyes had misted over.
"You know if you ever want to talk, I’ll
be here," Mac said avoiding Harriet’s eyes herself, as hers were a bit
misty too.
Harriet took a deep breath and said, "I
know, ma’am. And I really do appreciate it."
"Then how about you call me Mac. This is
your home." Mac tried to lighten the mood.
Harriet smiled a bit, "Ok, Mac. Why
don’t you tell me about these dreams of yours? Is it Commander Brumby?
Mac sighed, "That is one upsetting thing
about the dreams. The man doesn’t have an accent."
"So it isn’t Commander Brumby?"
"I don’t think so." Harriet saw
that Mac looked and sounded upset by this. Mac wasn’t meeting her eyes but
instead was fiddling with the ring on her right hand. "The strange thing
is that when he was out of town last week I had decided." She took a deep
breath and continued, "I was going to tell him yes." Harriet looked
surprised. "He loves me and he has been so good to me."
"But?" Harriet asked cautiously.
"The night after I decided to tell him
yes, I started having these dreams. I know the man isn’t Mic. But, who is
it?"
"Maybe your sub-conscience is trying to
tell you that Commander Brumby isn’t the right man for you, and that this guy
is," Harriet said.
"Well, then why can’t I see his
face?" Mac questioned.
"Maybe you aren’t ready to?"
suggested Harriet.
"Sometimes I do see his face in my
dreams but I forget it when I wake up. But even when I can’t see his face, I
know I am safe with him."
"Describe the dreams," Harriet
really wanted the details, but she didn’t want to overstep her bounds.
"They are all basically the same thing,
just different locations. I am ‘where ever’ and he rides up on horseback and
saves me from something." Mac sounded somewhat annoyed by that.
"You said something about a
cowboy?"
"Yes. That was the first dream. That was
a rather interesting dream," she said wistfully.
"Do tell," Harriet said with a
smile.
"Well the dream starts and I am in a
stagecoach. Something happened to the driver and I was trapped in the back.
This cowboy came and saved me."
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