Part II - ten

Rebecca, walking home from The Rolling Bear, where she had tendered her leave of absence to a more than understanding Melinda, was fairly buzzing with excitement about her cousin’s wedding. She and Ginny would have to leave for San Pia in about a week, she figured. That would get them there in time to get settled and attend the single rehearsal before the rather hasty nuptials. That would also give them time to pack and get organized on this end.

By the time she got home, she had begun several mental “to do” lists, and was realizing the need for another as she walked through the door to find Ginny turning their new apartment upside down. Standing agape as Ginny ransacked the sofa, she asked, “What’s going on?”

Seeing Rebecca standing there all quizzical, Ginny paused with a couch cushion in her hand. “I don’t believe it, Becca…” she exhaled and returned the cushion to the couch, “but I think I left something at Gordon’s…”

Rebecca slipped her purse from her shoulder, placed it on the back of the couch, as she noted for future reference, and approached Ginny. “A journal?” she asked, knowing already that it was a journal.

Ginny nodded. “A couple of them, I think.” Now she shook her head. “I just don’t understand how I could’ve forgotten them. But I swear I can see them in that big old closet.”  

“Me too…” Said Rebecca, “and I’d swear we left that closet empty!”

The lovers looked at each other.

“Well,” said Ginny, “I’ll go see if I can find them… They’re in an envelope, I think.”

“Manila,” offered Rebecca.

Ginny chuckled, knowing that Rebecca saw the same manila envelope, stuffed with composition books that she did. “You’re spooky sometimes, baby…”

Grinning, Rebecca replied, “That’s why you love me, Virginia.”

Ginny wrapped Rebecca in an affectionate hug, gripping the younger woman’s blue-jean clad backside in her hands and smiling. “That,” she replied, “and your beautiful eyes, your bright smile, your sweet, sweet…”

Rebecca silenced her lover (and what Ginny had intended to be a lengthy litany of Rebecca’s assets) with the first of many kisses; and so it was that Ginny was delayed, for several days as it turned out, in the search for her missing journals.