“You like to go boating?”
“I used to do a lot of white water rafting. Not so much anymore. I can handle boats; outboard motors, canoes, and kayaks. I just like water.”
“I’m not much of a water person. I don’t even swim very well. We hit the beach maybe once a year or so and mainly paddled around in the local swimming hole. But… I don’t know. Maybe I could like it.”
“Let’s take a ferry to Vashon. It’s only a twenty-minute trip. You’ll love it. You’ll get a taste of the real Northwest.”
“Do we need to pack pistols?”
“It’s not at all like that.”
The more I thought about it, the more appealing the date sounded. I really didn’t know what to expect from Coastal Washington. The only coast I had observed so far had been from the open market gathered around a lead colored port.
“Let’s do it,” I agreed before Briana had returned. We settled on an early hour for beginning our adventure, then Lee gave me a hasty peck on the cheek before leaving for work.
Briana spent half the day with her new client, returning only after I’d catered the lunch hour crowd. “Oh, I’m so sorry,” she said as I put away the left overs. “The poor woman has so much to learn. Did Burke drive for you?”
“Yes, he did, and you can make it up to me tomorrow. I’m taking the day off.”
“No shit? Where are you going?
“One of the islands.”
“Wow. I’d keep you company but I’ve made a commitment. Lynn really needs my help.”
“Just as long as you take care of the kitchen.”
“Yeah. No problem. Linda’s not too busy.”
All the things I had imagined Lee Andrews to be slipped out the window on the day of our first date. As luck would have it, there were enough breaks in the clouds to keep the feeling sunny without the shock of full sunlight exposure. This also meant I could wear the bright, floral print silk blouse and cute, cuffed Capri pants I had been dying to try out on the town. I carried along a sweater just in case it turned cool, but optimism was in high order.
He didn’t really say much on the drive to the ferry point. He drove with one hand, the other arm propped on the open window. The car was a Bentley; quite a step up from the Bronco; but it was old enough to appear a little humble. The leather upholstery had worn a little shiny in some spots and the dash looked somewhat outdated. But it purred gently and the air that circled from the window felt wonderful and free.
He wasn’t very talkative when we first boarded the ferry, either, but as it lazily churned the water, chugging its way to the islands, he became more animated. “What you see here is just the beginning of island after island, inter-tangled, moving north up the coastline. Sometimes, I think about pushing and pushing farther north. I’ve been to Vancouver, Canada. Beautiful place. So wild and green, you can scarcely believe it.”
“What stopped you?”
“Time. Time stopped me. There are hundreds of islands here and they just keep getting deeper, greener and more mysterious. I could lose myself easily if I kept going and so I don’t. Time keeps me here, but maybe it’s enough.”
I looked at the island already looming into close sight. Green and docile, it floated in a pool of white-foamed ocean spray. Beyond it were the conifer covered swells of other hiccupping mountain tops that had cleared their heads from the ocean bottom. It was hypnotic. The gray waters of the port were clearing into sparkling blue and seemed to wave and dance in the far distance.
Some of the buildings came into sight. They were crisp and trim, painted white with brightly colored roofs. Behind them, hilltops bumped into each other and groomed themselves into ripening fields. In front of them, boats circled in the harbor as though herding the flocks of water fowl that watched bright eyed for scraps to eat.
“Sometimes you can see seals or river otters here, but you catch them better if you go farther north,” explained Lee. “In the open water, you can even see whales.”
“Is that why you like the water?”
“Oh, it’s all of it. The marine life. The feel and the smell of it. The beaches. The waterfalls. We originated in water. We can’t live without it. It’s very primal, I suppose, like people who are drawn to fire, but it’s beautiful, isn’t it? This steady ribbon of green floating out to the sea, and knowing it gets wilder, greater and more magnificent with each island turn.”
We docked and I looked around appreciatively. Time hadn’t just stopped Lee. It had stopped a whole town. It was difficult to believe just minutes away from the ultra-sleek, ultra-modern town of Seattle, there slumbered a peaceful water-front town that was a veritable hamlet by the sea.
The shops and restaurants all had the feel of small, private enterprise. We had breakfast in a mom and pop deli, lingering while we watched the waves lap at the pebbly shore and seagulls screech overhead. We visited an art gallery, the lighthouse, and the farmer’s market, putting together a small basket of food to carry as we strolled down the beach.
Time just seemed to hang out in limbo, forgetting there was a world where traffic blared and buildings soared and people scrambled to make a buck. Our walk carried us away from the tiny town and onto a strip of black sand beach, littered with twisted pieces of driftwood. In front of us, the mountains in the island chain reared up, snarling for dominance, while behind us, some cattle flicked their tails and grazed peacefully within the wire confines. After at least two miles of walking, I was quite ready to take a rest.
We sipped Hansen sodas and nibbled crackers with cheese and avocados. Lee’s eyes were once more filled with the island pathway leading into the mysterious, northern ocean. “My first dream in life was to become a marine biologist,” he said. A deliciously cool breeze balanced the intensity of the sunlight that rhythmically shone out from the clouds. The collar of his short sleeved shirt ruffled with it. “We used to come here a lot for weekend trips. We’d go south for longer ones, like to the Oregon Coast or San Francisco. We even went to Disneyland once.”
“You did? Did you like it?”
“It was okay. Sort of a supernova theme park. I ate too much junk food, spun around on a few too many rides and got sick. That’s what kids do, right?”
“Yeah, they do. We used to go to Myrtle Beach for our weekends. Not only did I eat and play myself sick, I stayed in the fryer too long. I burned, blistered and peeled. I was twenty before I surrendered myself to the fact that I was never going to get a suntan.”
“I think I like freckles better. They suit a northern climate. I didn’t really care that much for the trips south. Once you hit San Francisco, the population becomes really dense. It’s just one city after another, and where there aren’t cities, there are huge agricultural fields.
Another place we used to visit on weekends was Coeur d’Alene. It’s not far from Spokane, where I was raised. That’s how I developed my love for water. Weekends in Coeur d’Alene or here in Vashon. Coeur d’Alene Lake is beautiful. The water is so clear, it reflects back at you like a mirror. It’s a big lake, dotted with tiny islands. It’s a great place for picnicking, swimming and boating. It’s in a mountainous area though, so good luck with the sunbathing.”
“Is all of Washington mountainous?”
“No. Central Washington and central Oregon are both relatively flat and hot. It’s where most of our Washington fruits grow. It’s only in the north where the mountains keep getting bigger and more rugged. My brother fell in love with the mountains, which is why he eventually joined the forestry service. But me…” He folded his arms around his knees and looked off somewhere that was so distant, it was invisible to me.
“I was thirteen and didn’t have any major ambitions beyond how fast I could navigate a speed boat when our two-week vacation came up and we decided to go north instead of south. We spent the whole two weeks on the San Juan Islands. It was magnificent. If Disneyland is the supernova among theme parks, San Juan is the supernova for life.
The giant fish, the whales, the sea lion
s and river otters; you could find them all if you were quiet. I would go out early in a kayak and stay out all day, just collecting shells and stones, examining tide pools and watching the shorebirds. There are a lot of them. Herons and trumpeter swans. Canadian snow geese and eagles. That was the year I wanted to become a marine biologist. I stuck with the plan right up to my third year of college.”
“What changed your mind?”
“I wanted to impress the sorority girls.”
I giggled and gave him a playful punch. “Don’t laugh,” he objected. “You have no idea of what a man will do to catch the attention of a woman.”
“I don’t?”
“Oh, I guess you do. Actually, I didn’t dare dream very big as a kid. I figured I’d be lucky to get into a four-year degree program. But…” He raised his brows and shrugged. “I’m good at the sciences. I aced the biology courses, aced anatomy, chemistry, microcellular biology. As I approached my third year, I thought to myself, ‘why stop here?’ I decided to become a doctor of medicine. It felt right. It’s all connected. It’s just that instead of studying the health of the ocean, I was now studying the health of our bodies.”
“Is that when you met Julia?”
“Yeah. I was in awe of her. I wanted to become everything she was looking for in a man. I remade myself in her image.”
“Why did you go into geriatrics?”
“At first it was the money. The baby boomers were approaching old age so there was a high demand for geriatrics medicine. But then I began thinking about aging itself. Aside from accidental death, murder and disease, we’re destined to die of old age, but what is the true natural age for death? Can the natural age be extended? Julia was wrong, you know.”
“I can agree without even asking about what.”
“I know you don’t like her, but she is a scientist. She asked the same questions but she treated the seniors like control subjects. She wanted to forcefully change their habits for good longevity statistics. Force them to live longer. You can’t treat them like children because they’re not children, at least not until dementia or Alzheimer’s takes over. I sometimes think she tried to push them to the point of mental incompetency so she could take over.”
“Do you think?” I asked. I picked up a piece of driftwood and waved it aimlessly around.
“She was wrong. I was wrong. I drifted so far from who I was that I don’t know who I am anymore.”
“A man who really likes the Puget Sound,” I suggested.
“That’s a good beginning. Come with me sometime. We’ll explore the Sound together.”
“And Vancouver?”
“We’ll go to Vancouver.”
He scooted over until he was sitting close beside me, and put an arm around my shoulders. “I like you, Jenna, but I want to do it right. I want us to take the time to get to know each other. Really know each other. You’re the first girl I’ve ever brought here on a date.”
I turned my head to look at him. “I see you now. I think I can even see the boy playing on the beach, turning over rocks to see what was underneath.”
He kissed me softly, one hand under my chin. “I want to know a little more about you now. Tell me, if you were on a show featuring the best chefs in America, what would you say to your audience?”
“I would tell them that becoming a great cook isn’t so much about perfecting a technique as the amount of love you pour into your cooking. It adds a special flavor to even the simplest home cooked meal and is what makes people return over and over to eat.”
“Is that your secret? Are you sure you aren’t adding something addictive to your recipes?”
“Like pot butter?”
“I wouldn’t put it past you.”
“Hmm.” The sun was starting to spread out over the horizon and settle under its blanket of ocean for the night. The breeze became a low, chilly wind, and I put on my sweater. Every bit of our lunch had been eaten down to the last two grapes, which we threw out for the seagulls.
He held out his hand and helped me to my feet. “It’s going to be dark by the time we get back. Good thing the sun is slow to set in the summer.”
“The day passed so quickly!” I held his hand as we started back to the port, marveling at the way time had slipped by us. I was in no hurry. The ocean lapped lazily at the beach and sand pipers poked their heads in bubbling holes. Here and there, lights were springing on but contrasted little with the hazy early evening.
I guess we didn’t want to break the spell, but neither of us said much of anything at all on the way home. He pulled into his driveway, then leaned over to kiss me again. “Next week, let’s have dinner at the Space Needle.”
“Seriously?”
“Seriously. I’ll make the reservations.”
Nobody really noticed when I slipped through the door and joined the company in the living room. It was the usual crowd. Briana and Burke were doing a little cuddling while dueling it out with a video game. Linda was getting high with Melanie and Jack Jones. It was only between their self-entertainment that they looked up and asked if I had enjoyed myself. I said that I had and waited for questions that never came. Finally, Briana said, “just wait until you see what we’re doing for Lynn. She’s going to be a brand new person.”
Her promise took several days to materialize. In the meantime, Briana spent her time coaxing her client behind doors or taking her shopping at the mall. The mall visits were a crucial part of her therapy, designed to help Lynn both visualize and practice her transformation. They also spent vast amounts of time in consultation with Linda, who received them behind closed doors.
They chose the morning lull, right after all the breakfasts had been sent out, and before we were ready to gear into our lunch menu. It was only a thirty-minute break, but when I was lucky, Lee was there to take it with me. This day was one of those lucky ones.
I was relaxing my bones and talking idly with the doctor, who was rambling a bit about senior health care plans and new exercise equipment. It really wasn’t as stimulating as exploring an island archipelago, but it seemed he had to be on water before he quit being a doctor.
Lynn appeared, flanked by Linda and Briana. The little mouse of a woman had turned into a tiny vixen in pink. She wore a fuzzy pink top that made her look soft and squeezable, and a pair of pale pink, cotton linen slacks with strapped heels. The cotton ball curls that had fluffed out all over her head had been straightened out to curve around her face and tuck in at the ends. The platinum hair color had been deepened with honey-blonde streaks. Her face had been made up with careful attention to the eyes and the still somewhat full mouth, camouflaging the lines and wrinkles.
“Now, you do just like I said and practice on Dr. Andrews,” said Briana, propelling Lynn forward.
She walked toward him, her body swaying just a little more than what would warrant thirty-two-inch hips, but she was getting it down. She walked up to the doctor and leaned over the table, stretching her body like a cat. “Good morning, Dr. Andrews. Is that a new eye? It matches your shirt so nicely. Oh! I messed up!”
“You’re doing fine. Just take it from the top.”
Lynn sat down beside him and fingered his arm. “Have you been working out, Dr. Andrews? Your biceps feel so… engorged.”
Lee cleared his throat.
“Oh, dear!” Cried Lynn. “I never will get it right.”
“Sure you will. You’re just flustered because you’re trying it out on the doctor. Go home now and try it out on your husband.”
“The doctor is just so sexy,” whispered Lynn.
Briana whispered back, “So is your husband. You’ve got the moves, girl. Use them.”
Lynn strolled out to the sidewalk, her sway still a bit exaggerated at first, her hips swinging abundantly to one side, then the other, but gradually becoming smoother and more seductive. It was a remarkable difference and some neighbors stared from their yards or their windows as she walked by.
Briana was enormously pleased with
herself. “Now I know what I’m going to do with my life.” She sat in a chair next to the doctor, and wriggled up close, almost whispering in his ear. “I’m going to be a sex therapist.”
“Briana, you never even went to college,” I objected. “You can’t become a therapist just like that.”
“I’ve been studying online. Oh, there’s a lot of things I need to get for the pelvic floor.”
Lee cleared his throat. “The pelvic floor isn’t a staging area. It’s part of your body.” He placed his hand down her back and pressed just below the tail bone.”
“Oh well,” giggled Briana. “I believe there are other words for that. Anyway, I already have three guys signed up for incompetence.”
“Impotence,” corrected Lee.
“Yeah. Probably that, too.”
Chapter Ten
You could say we were just plain cowardly, but the doc and I didn’t let Briana know we were dating. I talked to Linda instead. “It’s my fault. Briana and I always shared our boyfriends because we were so often attracted to the same guy. But this time, it’s different. I think I’m falling in love.”
“It’s the doctor’s fault as well. Why doesn’t he say something to her?”
“What would you say if Briana was fighting for your attention?”
“I see your point.” She thought about it a moment. “She’s not really in love with the doctor. She just wants what she can’t have. What she needs is something that will distract her.”
“More than becoming a sex therapist?”
“Yeah. She needs a little therapy of her own. How was dinner at the Space Needle?”
“It was nice. Really good sea food. A fantastic view of the harbor and the city. But there was something odd about it. All this time, I had thought how awesome it would be; a princess in a tower sort of thing, and it was wonderful. It just wasn’t any more wonderful than going to the state fair. It wasn’t special.”
“What kind of special are you looking for?”
“That’s the thing. I don’t know. When Lee took me to Vashon, he showed me where he likes to go the most. And, it was special. My specialty is the kitchen.”
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