Toni Kimball stretched her neck and rotated her shoulders
to ease the stiffness. She wished that there was a similar
exercise that could perform the same wonders on her brain.
Maybe then the decision would be easier.
She sighed. If only the right answer would pop into her
head. The thought of going anywhere on her own scared her.
Fear had sunk in, anchoring its way into her mind. How
could she decide when only negative thoughts came to mind?
Her mission this week was to make sure her furniture
arrived at the storage facility in Glen Knolls, Maryland.
Then she had to go to her new job, sign paperwork, have
her photo ID taken, and participate in her company's
standard drug test. Her job as an engineer started in
three weeks.
Later, she'd have to check on her condo. She'd be moving
into her new home in the next few weeks. This meant that
she'd stay with her cousin for a week. Living with Donna,
even for one week, would test her patience and temper.
But all of that faded to the back of her mind.
Nicole had waited until she came back to Glen Knolls, with
an invitation to stay in her B&B, before hitting Toni with
one of her crazy ideas.
Toni sat cross-legged on the bed with a pillow hugged to
her chest, looking at her best friend. Nicole sat sideways
in the armchair across the room, with her long brown legs
dangling over the side. The scene reminded Toni of their
college days when they shared an apartment, along with the
joys and heartbreaks of dating.
"Oh, come on, Toni. You'd think that I was asking you to
do a monumental task. It's a simple yes or no," Nicole
insisted.
"You know it's not that simple. I can't just up and leave
and go traipsing out of the country. To the Bahamas,
nonetheless." Toni shook her head. "I have things to do."
Nicole sucked her teeth. "Name one thing."
"I'm helping my mother with painting the bathroom. My
father can't mow the lawn like he used to, and instead of
paying an expensive fee, I'm helping with that chore. Plus
my parents are empty nesters. They need the company."
"It's been six months that you've been living there,"
Nicole reminded her gently. "I think they got along
without you and they are in no way as dependent as you're
making them sound. Your father did the 10k race two months
ago, and your mother's never home because she is a social
butterfly. It's time —"
"To move on with my life. There. I've said it for you."
Toni finished with an emotional lump in her voice. Her
eyes prickled with ready tears. Her throat closed
painfully over a sob as she avoided Nicole's perceptive
gaze.
"I didn't say that or mean that. I'm concerned that you're
trying to bury yourself under what's important to other
people."
"Oh, here we go with the psychobabble." Toni rolled her
eyes. She wished Nicole would quit badgering her.
"For example, you hate yard work. And painting? Please.
You don't even paint your toenails, much less a room."
"Maybe I've changed."
"Or not. I'm looking for my old friend Toni. I'm looking
for that woman who could chew you up and spit you out with
a look or that sharp tongue. I want to see that cute,
sassy woman with the big butt and a smile."
"And it's gotten bigger." Toni ran her hands over her
hips. In the old days, she enjoyed the simple things. Her
exercise regimen began in the mornings with a jog before
work. Now that was a thing in the past. Twice a month,
she'd volunteer at the neighborhood library. Once her
world imploded, she didn't care to do anything or be
around anyone.
She had a reputation of being a savvy shopper who could
sniff a bargain. At the end of each season, she went after
stores with overstocked inventory and discontinued items.
Now the reclining chair in the family room was the only
thing that garnered her attention. The chair, remote, and
TV became her world, safe and undemanding.
"It'll get better. Give yourself a chance. You're too
tough on yourself."
"I feel worn out." Toni fell back onto the bed, looking up
at the ceiling.
She hadn't wanted to intrude on Brad and Nicole. Getting
Toni to agree to stay with them while in town took their
combined effort. She hated to intrude on the newlyweds.
When Nicole'd shown her the blue colonial, she'd envied
her friend's keen eye for its potential. The farmhouse had
an expansive property. For the weary traveler, the house
provided a retreat from urban sprawl and noisy neighbors
while rejuvenating the spirit.
The Montgomery B&B had more than hospitality. Originally,
Nicole discovered the house's history quite by accident
when she came upon an old newspaper article. She had
successfully registered the property with the historical
society. Old houses have character and personality that
are part of history and past owners. The B&B played an
integral role in the Underground Railroad during slavery
more than a hundred years ago; its role was to shelter and
protect the human spirit.
Toni stared up at the thick solid beams crisscrossing the
roof, supporting the structure. It had been a temporary
haven for those seeking refuge. She, too, was in need of
such a haven, but lately she felt as if life was weighing
her down emotionally and even physically.
"I get to be a statistic. One divorced woman sitting in
your sights. I should've never married Clayton Boyd." She
punched the pillow. "He doesn't deserve to be called a
man. Nicole, he told so many lies." She'd wanted to hear
how much he cared for her. She was disgusted with herself
for thinking that getting married was the only solution.
Once they married, she played at being the perfect wife,
making him the center of her universe. Over time, she
ignored the niggling doubts. Instead she focused on
creating a happy home for their child. No matter how hard
she tried, all her good thoughts and energy couldn't
produce what wasn't there.
"I know it hurts." Nicole sat on the bed with her,
stroking her friend's hair away from her face.
How would you know? Toni didn't say the words, but she
thought them. None of her family or friends knew how deep
her pain ran. They didn't understand the drowning pool of
anger she had stepped in and couldn't seem to break out
of. And they certainly didn't comprehend why she would
want to fall into a stupor so that she didn't have to feel
anything.
"You feel betrayed. I was there in that hellish place when
I had breast cancer. I know about feeling the bitter rage.
Your mind and body are stronger than you think. But even
when you were ready to give up, I was here for you during
your heartbreak. It's time for a little good luck to come
your way."
"Marrying Clayton had to be my biggest mistake. He didn't
love me. I suppose that he was trying to save face with a
child on the way. What did my baby do to anyone? Why did I
lose my child?" Toni buried her face in the pillow. Her
shoulders shook as the tears flowed. The bed shifted under
her, and she felt Nicole's hand touch her back.
"Nature. God's plans. We don't always have all the
answers. But you still have to take care of yourself. You
have to decide if you're going to remain stuck or move
ahead."
"You're not giving me any credit for landing a new job."
"I'm very proud of you. But I know you will struggle and
you don't have to undergo that turmoil."
"I'm still in the anger phase. I still have depression to
look forward to before I get to acceptance." Toni laughed,
but there was no humor in the sound. Her doctor had
suggested therapy, a support group, even seminars. She
usually would try one or two sessions then retreat. She
was never one to pour her emotions out like running water,
while people waded through them, leaving their impressions
on her inner thoughts and experiences.
Nicole took Toni's hand and held it between her own. "I
know my request sounds bizarre, especially at this time in
your life. But I think that you do need a change of
scenery. No parents to hover over you. No friends to
pester you about what you should or shouldn't do. No daily
reminders of what you've lost to sap your energy." Nicole
held eye contact with her. Toni felt her friend's calming
reassurance that she was there for her. "I'm asking you to
take this trip for selfish reasons too. I want you to do
this for me and Brad."
"Brad?"
"I think I found his brother. All I need you to do is to
confirm it while you have a glorious vacation."
Toni had to admit that Nicole always managed to deliver
her news with a one-two punch. "What part of my background
says private investigator? And I thought that I was the
one on the verge of a breakdown." She pointed at
Nicole. "Mine is emotional. Yours is mental." Despite her
words, her curiosity had been ignited.
"Two years ago when Brad learned he had another brother, I
was thrilled. He had spent some time trying to find the
missing pieces in his life. This was a major
breakthrough." Nicole readjusted herself on the bed to
tell her story. "Once he knew he had a brother, he
gathered as much information as he could, which wasn't
much. But he also learned that his father raised his
brother and never looked back, he never came back for him.
Brad's feelings of abandonment have turned into anger and,
if you ask him, hatred. He's stopped looking for his
brother. He doesn't even want to hear any mention of him
or his father."
"Where is the brother?"
"Bahamas."
"Bahamas? How does he get from Baltimore to the Bahamas?
Both places start with the letter B, but that's about it."
"That's what I keep wondering. This is what you need to
find out."
"Me?"
"This is a busy time of the year. I can't leave here."
"Yeah, right." Bahamas appealed to her a great deal, but
this wasn't a quick jaunt to the next city. For heaven's
sake, this was going out of the country; albeit a
beautiful, tropical paradise.
"Why not write to him? Tell him that you're trying to
reunite him with family," Toni asked. "By the way, isn't
your sister living there?"
"I don't think this is the type of news you deliver in a
letter. What if he's got issues too? I can barely deal
with Brad's stubbornness over the whole thing. Hopefully
his brother hasn't been warped by the experience. But once
you find him, I'll hop on a plane, meet him, stay
overnight, party, drink, drink, party, and then fly home.
Plus, Vicky lives in Eleuthera and I don't want to get her
involved. She's only met Brad once and doesn't know
everything that's going on."
Toni nodded, knowing that the sisters shared a comfortable
relationship, although not a close one.
"I suppose you're going to tuck Brad in bed, kiss him on
the cheek and tell him that you're going to the Bahamas
for a day and he won't care."
"I've checked his schedule. He's got to get his travel
story into his editor in the next couple of weeks. He's
not going to be thinking about me or anything else.As long
as I keep the guests away from him, he'll be fine," Nicole
explained. "I'll tell him that I'm with you at one of our
slumber parties. Three nights or more and I'd have to come
up with a more elaborate excuse.And I don't want to lie
more than necessary to arrange a reunion."
"I realize that it's important for Brad to know his
brother, but aren't you forcing this on him? What if he
doesn't want to meet him, even after you've set it up?
You're being overly optimistic about this entire
situation. His brother could be a deadbeat and you'd be
bringing him into your lives to create chaos."