Part II - twelve

Nine to ten hours later, Ginny was back at the house on Euclid Street, her black Malibu packed for their trip down the coast and idling in the pale light of the new day. From the driver seat, she spoke to Rebecca, sitting with her slim hand on the passenger door handle. “Just go around the left side of the house, “she began.

“The left side,” Rebecca interrupted, “if I’m facing the house?”

Ginny smiled. The direction seemed so obvious to her. In anybody else she might have found the question a dumb one. Coming from Rebecca, it was simply endearing. “Yes, my sweet,” she continued, “face the house and go around the left side.” She gestured through the window toward the house, growing more substantial by the moment as Saturday morning brightened around them. “Head back toward the creek until you come to a large hedge.”

“How large a hedge?” asked Rebecca.

“Like a wall,” Ginny replied without pause. “But just a couple of feet or so past where the house ends and the hedge begins there is a gap, an opening big enough for one and a half of your beautiful selves to get through.”

“Ok…” Rebecca smiled. “And what if the books aren’t there?”

Ginny grimaced briefly. “Just come back, I guess, but I think you’ll find them.”

“How can you be so sure?” Rebecca wondered.

Ginny glanced through her side window to the front door of the house, surprisingly white in the early light. “Because my note is gone.”

Rebecca, her hand still on the handle of the door, leaned across the middle console and planted a kiss on Ginny’s mouth. “I’ll be right back,” she said. Opening the door and stepping into the bright new morning, she smiled and added, “I hope!”

The passenger door swung shut with a soft thud and Ginny chuckled, watching the way Rebecca’s hips swayed as she walked away from the idling car. She hated sending Becca for her journals, but not as much as she hated the thought of running into Gordon.  

Rebecca turned and waved as she rounded the left corner of the house and passed out of sight. From the driver seat, Ginny returned the wave. Glancing at the clock in the dash, she saw that it was just about a quarter after six. In a few minutes she would have her journals and her girl back in the car; neither, she hoped, the worse for wear. Looking at the clock again, she calculated the drive down south to San Pia might take two or three hours. Unconsciously drumming her fingers on the steering wheel, hoping she would like Rebecca’s family at least half as much as she liked Rebecca, Ginny gazed at 61 Euclid sitting whitely in the clear light of Saturday morning, and waited for her lover to return.

 

 

Editorial note: See Part I, chapter eight, for the results of Rebecca's trip through the hedge.

Editorial Note

Coming soon... Part II, chapter twelve, in which Rebecca prepares to retrieve Ginny's journals.

This will be the final chapter of Part II.

Coming sooner or later, Part III, Chapter I!

Editorial Note

Again she heard the creek splashing along behind the house, the liquid chatter almost a silver stream running through the night itself. Throwing her supplies back into her bag, she heard movement in the yard behind. Or thought that she did. When she turned, there was nothing but the empty yard and the night ripening beyond the dim border of the porch light.

- Part II, eleven coming soon! -

Editorial Note

I am happy to report that a beginning has been made on Part II, chapter ten, once again proving the old adage, "The next chapter of The Blue Dog Journal is always imminent."

While I explore what the characters have in store, please allow me to ask you to consider, just what is a goblin universe?

Part II - nine

Later that night, curled up in bed with Ginny after love, half asleep and her mind wandering, Rebecca said, “My cousin is getting married soon, I think…” 

“You think?” Ginny asked, not far from sleep herself. 

“I just dreamed it,” the sleepy blonde explained. “I’ll call her tomorrow… Gotta’ give her our new number anyway…” 

The following day would prove Rebecca’s premonition correct when she telephoned her cousin, Eleanor (more like a sister really), down south in San Pia. 

“That’s right, Becca!” Elly was happy but not overly surprised to hear that her younger cousin had intuited the news of her wedding from hundreds of miles away. This was not the first such incident, after all. “Ryan and I are finally making it official!” 

Eleanor would ask Rebecca to be a bridesmaid, of course. Rebecca would take a leave from The Rolling Bear, head down to San Pia with Ginny for the wedding. It was a perfect opportunity to introduce Ginny to her family - the aunt, uncle and cousins she had grown up with since the age of 5. 

Now, back in the night of our current moment, Virginia and Rebecca burrowed deeper into each other and deeper into sleep. Two pairs of eyelids fluttered as the sleeping women began to dream each of the other. 

In their simultaneously joint and respective dream, Rebecca spoke to Ginny. “Nightbook is my favorite show,” she said, “but I hate Stinky Pete.” 

Ginny pulled a lizard, small to medium in size and blue in color, from her purse, offered it to Rebecca. Rebecca shrugged a casual “no thank you” and continued, “I prefer the episodes with Valentine and the other vampires.” 

Ginny nodded, flowers falling from her hair. “I know what you mean,” she agreed. “I love Valentine myself. And, of course, Svetlana and the Ghost Yeti…” 

Carl Jung passed through the room and both women waved him a cheery greeting. “Hello ladies…” Herr Jung smiled, moved on, and was gone. 

“But,” continued Ginny, “Stinky Pete is a character we will definitely be seeing more of in the future.” 

Here a herd of miniature horses thundered across the floor of their dream.

Now Rebecca nodded, her hair changing from blonde to green to black with each movement of her head. “I know what you mean” she said. “I know what you dream…”

Both women smiled in their sleep and snuggled closer. Around them the shadows of the night darkened room shifted and, a sound not unlike the skitter of windblown leaves, tittered…

Editorial Note

Part II, chapter 7 is on the way...

Coming Soon!

Part II, number 4 coming soon!

Part II - one

The relationship was serious almost immediately, both Ginny and Rebecca would agree. If it wasn’t quite love at first sight, it was at least love at second sight. Ginny, who’d been unhappy with Gordon for a while, wasn’t actively seeking another lover. Not consciously, at least; and certainly not at The Rolling Bear Café on some off Tuesday afternoon. Rebecca, for her part, thought that she preferred men. Then their eyes met.

“Hi!” said Rebecca, still practicing her waitress smile after only a few days on the job as she offered a menu down to Ginny, who sat looking up from the corner of her usual booth.

Ginny blinked, noted the plastic name tag on the girl’s blouse. “Hello, Rebecca.”

At the sound of her name pronounced in the breathy voice of this dark and beautiful woman, Rebecca’s real smile shone through her practiced expression. Ginny returned the smile and it was then that each of them knew the world had changed.

“Can I start you off with something to drink?” Rebecca, not knowing what else to say, bravely pressed forward with routine.

Ginny knew just what to say and said it, “What time do you get outta’ here?”

Rebecca laughed, a sound like wind chimes to Ginny’s ears. “About 8…”

“Can I see you then?”

“Yes, please.” Rebecca could hardly believe what she was saying. “I’ll wait for you.”

Except for Mel in the back, they had been alone in the café until that moment when the bell tinkled on the door and old Doc Grimes entered. Nobody was sure just what kind of doctor Grimes was, but most agreed his field of knowledge seemed wide and deep enough that he might have been any kind. Rebecca turned her waitress smile on the old man as he took a seat at the counter. “Be right with you, Doctor!”

Grimes waved a hand. “No hurry!”

Turning back to Ginny, Rebecca’s real smile returned.

Ginny had not removed her eyes from the young waitress and was now even deeper in love. “Wonderful,” she said. “My name’s Virginia, by the way, but you can call me Ginny. And yes, please, can I get a Coke?”

Rebecca felt somehow that she knew the answer, but she asked the question anyway, “Diet or regular?”

“Fulla’ sugar and caffeine!” Ginny laughed.

Regular, just as Rebecca had known.