Brief Interludes (7 page)
Authors: Susan Griscom
A voice, a soft whisper, came from somewhere behind her.
“A precious cargo.”
She turned at the sound and looked into the face of a sweet old woman examining a head of lettuce. She didn’t recall ever seeing the patron before, and yet … there was something familiar about her. Her long black skirt, with a delicate pattern of purple swirls, hung several inches below her dark gray coat. The old woman’s hair, like strands of silver silk twisted into a braid, hung down the center of her back. Her eyes, though old, were brilliant, a rich shade of brown with little specks of gold.
The woman must be mumbling to herself.
Maia shrugged and turned her attention back to the tomatoes. Her niece, Addie MacKenna, was coming over for dinner tonight with her boyfriend, the two having just returned from a well-deserved month-long holiday. Maia smiled, thinking how happy they were, but her lips tightened a bit as she remembered how they’d been in such danger going up against that sick psychopath who’d murdered Maia’s older brother a little over a year ago. Maia sighed, still in awe of Addie’s power, how she and Cael destroyed Eidolon, torching him down to nothing more than a pile of ashes.
Maia placed two plump red tomatoes—well as plump and as red as you could get this time of year in Whisper Cape—in a plastic bag and placed the bag in her cart. She stepped to the cucumbers and heard the voice again.
“A very precious cargo.”
She yanked off her wool hat to expose her ears, thinking that would help her hear. Her thick mess of curls fell over her shoulders.
“Excuse me, did you say something?” Maia asked the old woman.
Maia’s fingers reflexively came to her lips and she gasped as the old women’s face contorted into a bizarre pattern of creases almost as if she were going in and out of focus. Speaking as though her throat were constricted, the old woman rasped in a low tone, “You’d better watch out.”
“Watch out for what?” Maia asked, wondering if the old woman was having a stroke, fearful that an unfortunate medical emergency might be happening right in front of her.
The old woman cleared her throat and smiled before speaking again. “You carry a valuable cargo,” she said a bit softer, pointing to Maia’s stomach. “Take guard.”
At approximately twelve weeks along, Maia hardly looked pregnant, especially in the heavy coat she wore that easily concealed her abdomen. She wondered how the old woman could tell, and
why on earth
she had felt compelled to warn Maia.
“How did you know I was pregnant?”
The older woman ignored Maia’s question and simply added, “You must protect them.”
Them?
Before Maia had the chance to say anything, the woman turned her attention toward the deli case, her previous words forgotten. “Look at those cucumbers now, will you? We’ll have to take one. We love a nice cucumber salad, don’t we, dear?” she said, looking directly into Maia’s eyes. She turned away from Maia as the group of girls swooshed by and out the door to join the boys. When the aisle had cleared, the old woman was gone. Maia looked around the store, but couldn’t spot her anywhere.
What did she mean? Crazy old woman must be suffering from dementia and confusing me with someone from her past.
Maia shrugged and selected a cucumber for the salad she had planned for tonight’s dinner and went to the checkout.
“You look radiant this morning, Maia.” Manny smiled and began ringing up her groceries.
“Thanks, Manny.” She nervously fluffed up her mass of unruly curls.
Surely
the man needed glasses. “You look rather dapper yourself today.” Manny was … God … wasn’t he eighty-four at his last birthday bash?
But
he was as sharp as any twenty-year-old.
“Don’t forget to put the bottle of juice on my bill, Manny, or I’ll worry about it all day.”
“Guess you’ll have to worry then. Anyway, it wasn’t your fault. Jeff said the bottles were still slippery from one that toppled over yesterday because he’d stacked them too close together.”
Maia figured he was lying, but smiled and let it go. It wasn’t the first time Manny had given her something
for free
.
“Who was that old woman who was in here a while ago?” Maia asked.
“What old woman?” Manny’s eyes brightened. It was comical the way he always perked up at the prospect of meeting an available female ready for a bit of schmoozing and romancing. Not
that there were many his age around these days, but then, age never mattered much to Manny. He prided himself on still being a lady’s man, always teasing Maia, never missing a chance to remind her that he was available if she ever decided to dump Gerry.
“Don’t kid, Manny, you know what woman.”
“No, sweetheart, the only woman’s been in here all morning is you—well, aside from those teeny-boppers who aren’t old enough to be called women—and you’re hardly old.”
“Well, that’s odd. Are you sure? I could have sworn …” She shook her head.
“Maybe that bundle of joy you’re carrying is making you see things.”
“And hear things, too,” she mumbled. “Maybe you’re right. I have been a little stressed lately.”
Still thinking about the woman, Maia walked to the old blue Jeep and grabbed onto the top roll bar, pulling herself up into the seat. She grunted at the effort. One of these days, she and Gerry would need to get another car instead of this beat up soft-top jungle cruiser. Soon, she thought, as she rubbed her hand over the “precious cargo” inside her womb. Her eyebrows burrowed as she envisioned a huge freighter ship loaded with crates and cartons of God knows what. She glanced at the clock. Good, she still had plenty of time to get the groceries put away before she had to leave for her doctor’s appointment.
Coming Soon
Allusive Aftershock
A young adult romance novel
What happens when a major
earthquake
changes life as you know it and
the boy you thought you hated ends up saving you?
Three times!
Courtland Reese is the guy everyone hates and makes fun of because … well, he is weird. He communicates with animals. Strange or interesting,
seventeen
-
year
-old Adela Castielle can’t quite figure
out
but
when he saves her
from
being trampled
by her own horse
,
she begins to understand him a little better and wants to learn more about him.
But
, Max, her best friend/dream guy/someday-to-be-her-husband-only-he-doesn’t-know it—yet, hates Courtland with a passion. Adela wants to know why,
except
both boys
are
v
ery reticent about the whole issue.
When Max leaves her stranded in his paren
t
s'
wine cellar
with his worst enemy, Courtland,
after what the experts are calling a “
megathrust
” earthquake, Adela
starts to question her loyalty to Max as steamy kisses in a dark damp cellar only fuel her emotions with more conflict.
But
does she really have time to worry about that when fire, destruction and mayhem surround her?
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