The problems of next week would have to wait until this week was done. Nothing would ruin this weekend. Lulled in comfort, I must have dozed off because the next thing I heard was Marla saying, “We should be there soon. What would you like to do when we arrive? Would you prefer to rest for a while or get involved in island life right away? It’ll be a few hours before Gideon arrives.”
“I’m looking forward to a wonderful weekend, Marla,” I said as I stretched and yawned. “Doesn’t really matter what we do. Is there anything special you have in mind?” I was somewhat embarrassed that I had fallen asleep.
“No,” she said,”just doing whatever you want would be fine with me. I’ve been here many times before.Remember, I can go anywhere, anywhen. But traveling this way is sometimes so much fun.”
I hoped she wasn’t reading my mind at this moment because I caught myself thinking of a few hedonistic things I’d really like to do. She looked up at me and smiled as if she heard my thoughts. Quietly we sat there until I leaned over and gently kissed her cheek. “Thank you,” I said, “thanks to both of you for making all this possible.”
“Don’t mention it,” she said in an almost inaudible whisper.”I think it’s rather,well . . . let’s see,special and appropriate. You deserve all good things.”
Soon we were on the ground in an enchanting, tropical isle. We quickly cleared local immigration and were on our way when I heard hurried footsteps from behind and turned to see a man rushing toward us, waving his hands. “Who’s that, Marla? He seems to know us,” I pointed. She stopped and looked back as the man rushed up. Then she smiled a smile of recognition and said, “Oh, it’s our driver. He’ll take us to the hotel.”
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