opportunity to really catch up. I can sense that something
bigger than me is going on with her and being alone gives me the chance to
question her.
The relaxation room is filled with
aromatherapy scents, tea, water and light snacks. The chairs are certainly
agreeable with the atmosphere. When they call our name to go back for our Moor
mud bath, I have to drag my body from the comfy chair.
“Do you think we’ll look like pigs
rolling around in the mud?” Lucy looks back at me. I laugh like a little girl.
I don’t know what to expect from the Moor mud bath, but I do know it’ll relax
me.
To my pleasant surprise, the bath is a
large Jacuzzi tub filled with over twenty different minerals to help soothe and
calm the spirit.
Silence hangs between us like a thick
fog. I can’t recall a time when there’s ever been silence between us. I don’t
like it. She’s always shared all her feelings with me.
“You have never been so silent.” I
glance over at Lucy who’s relaxing in her tub. Her eyes remain closed in a
restful state, making me think she’s okay.
“I have a lot going on in my life and I
want to enjoy the silence.” Her eyes don’t flutter. She doesn’t turn to look
nor does she flinch any part of her body. The water doesn’t ripple from any
slight movements.
The silence blankets me. I put my hand
to my chest. The minerals aren’t relaxing me and I’m having a hard time
breathing. Lucy’s been my rock over the past years and I need to be her rock
now.
“Lucy?” I don’t move. I want her to stay
relaxed, I just don’t want her to feel alone.
“Yes?” Her eyes stay closed.
“I’m worried about you.” I confess.
“I know you are. I can feel it in the
air.” Her hand reaches for the cool damp washcloth on the side of the tub. I
watch in silence as she places it on her head. “I think I need to regroup my life.”
“Can I ask you a question and keep you
relaxed at the same time?”
“Sure, Hal, you can ask me anything.”
Her hands drape ever so elegantly over the sides of the tub.
“What’s happened for you to think you
need to regroup?” I hear the water starting to ripple.
“This is a room for couples, isn’t it?”
She looks over at me smiling.
“Yes. I told them we were a couple. A
couple of friends.” I smile over my witty response.
The receptionist did give me a little
lip about holding it for best friends and not a honeymoon couple. I don’t
understand that. I’m the customer and paying the exact same amount. It
shouldn’t matter whether we’re a couple or just friends.
“Thank you. I’ve missed you. And dare I
say,” she gasps. “I even miss Aunt Grace’s middle-of-the-night phone calls.”
“You have no idea how much time I’ve
spent with Aunt Grace,” I say, but decide that I’m not going to bother her with
my worries about Aunt Grace’s health. “Plus, she still calls in the middle of
the night.”
Our laughter fills the room.
Finally, Lucy speaks. “I need to think
about my life in Chicago, my job, and Beck.”
I remain immersed in the tub trying to
relax. The water is warm and becoming more refreshing. I want to take in everything
she has to say before I say anything in return.
“Work and Chicago will work out, but I’m
not sure if Beck and I will. He wants to move back to Mason Crossing to be with
his mother and wants me to go back.”
“What?” I ask.
Okay, so holding my tongue until she
asks for my advice is not my forte. That’s the last thing I imagined coming out
of her mouth. Lucy is from the same small central Kentucky town that Beck’s
mother lives in.
“I don’t see myself moving back there.”
The glass clinks as she takes a piece of ice out. “Don’t get me wrong, I love
Mason Crossing and my family. But I’m not ready to move out of Chicago.”
“You have to look at what you want in
life and what’s best for you.” I said.
“I want to live in Chicago and I want
Beck. He wants to do the long-distance
bigger than me is going on with her and being alone gives me the chance to
question her.
The relaxation room is filled with
aromatherapy scents, tea, water and light snacks. The chairs are certainly
agreeable with the atmosphere. When they call our name to go back for our Moor
mud bath, I have to drag my body from the comfy chair.
“Do you think we’ll look like pigs
rolling around in the mud?” Lucy looks back at me. I laugh like a little girl.
I don’t know what to expect from the Moor mud bath, but I do know it’ll relax
me.
To my pleasant surprise, the bath is a
large Jacuzzi tub filled with over twenty different minerals to help soothe and
calm the spirit.
Silence hangs between us like a thick
fog. I can’t recall a time when there’s ever been silence between us. I don’t
like it. She’s always shared all her feelings with me.
“You have never been so silent.” I
glance over at Lucy who’s relaxing in her tub. Her eyes remain closed in a
restful state, making me think she’s okay.
“I have a lot going on in my life and I
want to enjoy the silence.” Her eyes don’t flutter. She doesn’t turn to look
nor does she flinch any part of her body. The water doesn’t ripple from any
slight movements.
The silence blankets me. I put my hand
to my chest. The minerals aren’t relaxing me and I’m having a hard time
breathing. Lucy’s been my rock over the past years and I need to be her rock
now.
“Lucy?” I don’t move. I want her to stay
relaxed, I just don’t want her to feel alone.
“Yes?” Her eyes stay closed.
“I’m worried about you.” I confess.
“I know you are. I can feel it in the
air.” Her hand reaches for the cool damp washcloth on the side of the tub. I
watch in silence as she places it on her head. “I think I need to regroup my life.”
“Can I ask you a question and keep you
relaxed at the same time?”
“Sure, Hal, you can ask me anything.”
Her hands drape ever so elegantly over the sides of the tub.
“What’s happened for you to think you
need to regroup?” I hear the water starting to ripple.
“This is a room for couples, isn’t it?”
She looks over at me smiling.
“Yes. I told them we were a couple. A
couple of friends.” I smile over my witty response.
The receptionist did give me a little
lip about holding it for best friends and not a honeymoon couple. I don’t
understand that. I’m the customer and paying the exact same amount. It
shouldn’t matter whether we’re a couple or just friends.
“Thank you. I’ve missed you. And dare I
say,” she gasps. “I even miss Aunt Grace’s middle-of-the-night phone calls.”
“You have no idea how much time I’ve
spent with Aunt Grace,” I say, but decide that I’m not going to bother her with
my worries about Aunt Grace’s health. “Plus, she still calls in the middle of
the night.”
Our laughter fills the room.
Finally, Lucy speaks. “I need to think
about my life in Chicago, my job, and Beck.”
I remain immersed in the tub trying to
relax. The water is warm and becoming more refreshing. I want to take in everything
she has to say before I say anything in return.
“Work and Chicago will work out, but I’m
not sure if Beck and I will. He wants to move back to Mason Crossing to be with
his mother and wants me to go back.”
“What?” I ask.
Okay, so holding my tongue until she
asks for my advice is not my forte. That’s the last thing I imagined coming out
of her mouth. Lucy is from the same small central Kentucky town that Beck’s
mother lives in.
“I don’t see myself moving back there.”
The glass clinks as she takes a piece of ice out. “Don’t get me wrong, I love
Mason Crossing and my family. But I’m not ready to move out of Chicago.”
“You have to look at what you want in
life and what’s best for you.” I said.
“I want to live in Chicago and I want
Beck. He wants to do the long-distance
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