callista came down the stairs.
derek was still sitting on the faded green couch, where she had left him last night.
outside, the sun was shining.
got any plans for today? callista asked.
not really, derek answered.
i might as well get myself a cup of coffee, callista said.
callista went into the little kitchen alcove and poured herself a cup of the coffee derek had made from his imported finca kusillo bolivian beans.
one thing about derek - he knew how to make coffee.
callista looked in the little cupboard for something to eat.
there was nothing but a cellophane pack of horrible little powdered donuts, that she had bought at the gas station at the bottom of the hill.
i should drive the twenty miles down the hill into the village, callista thought, and get some real food at that cute little pastry shop - like some raspberry croissants, or some cream puffs. or something healthy from that gourmet shop, like a black truffle and green bean salad.
if only the rain would stop.
it had been raining since they had driven up the mountain three days ago.
she wrapped one of the little powdered doughnuts in a napkin and took it and the mug of coffee and went back into the big room with its two hundred chairs that took up most of the space in the rented cabin.
rain continued to pour down the big picture window and a gust of wind shook the cabin.
how did you sleep last night? callista asked derek.
like a baby. never better.
maybe we could work on the project. it’s what we came up here for.
not today. we are on vacation, remember?
all right, just asking. you do look kind of tired.
i couldn’t sleep last night. i had terrible dreams.
about anything in particular?
about that miserable excuse for a human being sidney.
yes, i can see why that would be upsetting.
in the dream, sidney was a stonefish the size of godzilla and he was engaged to to my mother.
poor sidney, callista said, he was really such a wonderful person. it was terrible what happened to him.
you know, derek said, i could stand everything else about this dump if only they had better reception. and the tv only has about a hundred channels! on the top of a mountain! i am getting a little tired of watching shows on my phone.
yeah, it makes you wonder sometimes, callista agreed. if the rain stops we could go for a walk, maybe see a bear or something.
yeah, right. i wish i could talk to doctor willett.
you can talk to her. it is what you have a phone for, isn’t it? it is nice and clear outside, you should get good reception.
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