perseverance. When
Sam didn't appear for lectures on Friday she already had a plan in place; a
desperate plan but it was the only one she could think of other than hunting
Sam down. No, she would not pursue him but she had to talk to someone. She got
in the car and drove to the rehabilitation clinic in Creston which Cora had
entered several weeks prior. Hopefully Cora would be able to shed some light
into the darkness and Cora was the only one who Jules felt she could safely
confide in. Cora knew all the players involved since she happened to be one of
them.
It was about a ninety minute drive south on I-5. Jules
arrived at the rehab center which was a big, old house on the edge of Creston
situated back from the road in a magnificent grove of white oak and pine trees.
Jules had to wait at the front desk for about ten minutes before Cora showed up
genuinely surprised to see her.
“ Jules, how great to see you. I wasn't
expecting visitors this weekend.” Cora embraced Jules and led her by the hand
down a short hallway through a seating area and outside to the veranda. They
chose a table near the overlook which provided a full view of the valley now
leafed out in all its coastal greenery. Bright pastel orchids and the usual red
geraniums bloomed in hanging baskets all over the place. It was a cheerful
spot.
“ This is not at all how what I expected;
it's nice.” Jules said admiring the flowers and the tiled patio.
“ Well, I wouldn't check myself into a
hell-hole, Jules. It's supposed to be a place of healing and provide
opportunity for quiet introspection.” Cora said this with a slight smirk on her
face.
“ It's a homey atmosphere. Cora, I'm sorry
you've been having so much trouble. You seem like you are doing well.”
Cora shrugged her shoulders. “I'm okay; doing better
every day. Hey, I'm sorry again about last weekend. I haven't heard from Sam.
How's it going? I figured you two were cozied up somewhere.”
“Um , I haven't heard from him either. I
was hoping you could shed some light on that.” Jules tried to play it cool.
“ Oh... Really? That surprises me. He hasn't
tried to call?”
Jules shook her head no. “He was pretty freaked, Cora.”
She gave Cora a stern look and wouldn't break her gaze until Cora did.
“ God, I didn't anticipate he would react
that way.”
Cora scrunched up here face; she seemed upset with the
news about Sam's silence.
“Looks like I screwed up again. It seems to be a habit
with me where you are concerned. I did talk to him, Jules. I can't say what
he's thinking. I'm really am so sorry.” There was a long pause. Cora chewed on
her lip and seemed to be considering their options. She continued to think out
loud.
“ Sam prefers to think things to death
sometimes, especially when it involves irrational feelings. He goes into a type
of emotional stupor until things make sense. I've seen him do that on occasion.
I'm not happy he hasn't been in touch; yet it isn't out of character for him.
Jules, it's not like Sam to just walk away. He'll be in touch soon, I promise.”
Cora peered at Jules from across the table. “You are a
sight for sore eyes, girl. I'm so glad you are here. Hey, I’m dying for a
decent cup of Joe. The stuff here tastes like motor oil. Let's bolt this joint
for a few. I know a great little coffee shop in town you would appreciate. Come
on.” Cora jumped up and headed inside.
“ Are you allowed to do that?” Jules
attempted to catch up to her.
“ This isn't a prison, Jules. As long as I
check out and don't have any sessions scheduled I’m free. And, I have to pass
detox, but I don't think they test for caffeine. Maybe they should. Can we take
your car? Mine is low on gas.”
“ Sure.” Jules wasn't sure about leaving with
Cora but they were only going to the coffee shop in town. Cora checked out at
the main desk and they headed for Jules' car in the parking lot.
“ Take a right on Mullan Road. It's just on
the left as we come into town. It's
Sam didn't appear for lectures on Friday she already had a plan in place; a
desperate plan but it was the only one she could think of other than hunting
Sam down. No, she would not pursue him but she had to talk to someone. She got
in the car and drove to the rehabilitation clinic in Creston which Cora had
entered several weeks prior. Hopefully Cora would be able to shed some light
into the darkness and Cora was the only one who Jules felt she could safely
confide in. Cora knew all the players involved since she happened to be one of
them.
It was about a ninety minute drive south on I-5. Jules
arrived at the rehab center which was a big, old house on the edge of Creston
situated back from the road in a magnificent grove of white oak and pine trees.
Jules had to wait at the front desk for about ten minutes before Cora showed up
genuinely surprised to see her.
“ Jules, how great to see you. I wasn't
expecting visitors this weekend.” Cora embraced Jules and led her by the hand
down a short hallway through a seating area and outside to the veranda. They
chose a table near the overlook which provided a full view of the valley now
leafed out in all its coastal greenery. Bright pastel orchids and the usual red
geraniums bloomed in hanging baskets all over the place. It was a cheerful
spot.
“ This is not at all how what I expected;
it's nice.” Jules said admiring the flowers and the tiled patio.
“ Well, I wouldn't check myself into a
hell-hole, Jules. It's supposed to be a place of healing and provide
opportunity for quiet introspection.” Cora said this with a slight smirk on her
face.
“ It's a homey atmosphere. Cora, I'm sorry
you've been having so much trouble. You seem like you are doing well.”
Cora shrugged her shoulders. “I'm okay; doing better
every day. Hey, I'm sorry again about last weekend. I haven't heard from Sam.
How's it going? I figured you two were cozied up somewhere.”
“Um , I haven't heard from him either. I
was hoping you could shed some light on that.” Jules tried to play it cool.
“ Oh... Really? That surprises me. He hasn't
tried to call?”
Jules shook her head no. “He was pretty freaked, Cora.”
She gave Cora a stern look and wouldn't break her gaze until Cora did.
“ God, I didn't anticipate he would react
that way.”
Cora scrunched up here face; she seemed upset with the
news about Sam's silence.
“Looks like I screwed up again. It seems to be a habit
with me where you are concerned. I did talk to him, Jules. I can't say what
he's thinking. I'm really am so sorry.” There was a long pause. Cora chewed on
her lip and seemed to be considering their options. She continued to think out
loud.
“ Sam prefers to think things to death
sometimes, especially when it involves irrational feelings. He goes into a type
of emotional stupor until things make sense. I've seen him do that on occasion.
I'm not happy he hasn't been in touch; yet it isn't out of character for him.
Jules, it's not like Sam to just walk away. He'll be in touch soon, I promise.”
Cora peered at Jules from across the table. “You are a
sight for sore eyes, girl. I'm so glad you are here. Hey, I’m dying for a
decent cup of Joe. The stuff here tastes like motor oil. Let's bolt this joint
for a few. I know a great little coffee shop in town you would appreciate. Come
on.” Cora jumped up and headed inside.
“ Are you allowed to do that?” Jules
attempted to catch up to her.
“ This isn't a prison, Jules. As long as I
check out and don't have any sessions scheduled I’m free. And, I have to pass
detox, but I don't think they test for caffeine. Maybe they should. Can we take
your car? Mine is low on gas.”
“ Sure.” Jules wasn't sure about leaving with
Cora but they were only going to the coffee shop in town. Cora checked out at
the main desk and they headed for Jules' car in the parking lot.
“ Take a right on Mullan Road. It's just on
the left as we come into town. It's
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