1. The Island, Chapter 38


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    to see Patricia and Horace in a heated discussion, if not a full-blown argument. It was obvious they were both pretty upset, but despite their angry tones, they were keeping their voiced pitched low enough we couldn’t hear what they were saying. Maybe it was for the best. After several violent hand motions and exclamations through her gritted teeth from Patricia, and a despondent-looking shrug from Horace, the woman threw up her hands and turned her back on him. She quickly walked away, the sheen of angry tears visible on her cheeks, shoulders shaking with repressed sobs. “What’s that all about?” I wondered aloud. “I don’t know,” said Janie, obviously concerned, “but I think I should try to find out.” She hurried after Patricia, following the agitated flight attendant into the jungle where she had fled. Horace was still frozen in place, a hangdog expression marring his usually taciturn face. I strolled over, hoping I could offer some comfort. “Hey, are you OK? Can I help?” “I don’t think so,” he said with a sigh. “Life can be cruel sometimes. You feel attraction for someone, and then circumstances keep you apart.” “Do you want to talk about it?” “Not right now,” he said dejectedly. “I need to be by myself for a while.” He turned to leave, heading down the beach. “Well, if you want to talk it over, you’ve got a sympathetic ear here. Just come find me.” He waved a hand to indicate he had heard me, but continued walking away. I wryly thought of the differences between men and ...
    women. Horace had taken ten seconds of my time and was done talking. I had no doubt that Janie would be chatting with Patricia for over an hour. On the other hand, Patricia would have gotten over her problem in a few hours while Horace would probably be moping for days. Oh, well. C’est la vie . I sure wasn’t waiting for Janie to come back for lunch; I was hungry now. I snagged some leftovers from around the fire pit, and after finishing them, cracked open a coconut, drinking the milk before shattering it with a rock. I picked up the pieces and brought them back to Janie’s shelter to eat while I read and relaxed. I must have dozed off in the heat, for I woke up disoriented a while later, someone shaking my foot. “I’m coming,” I said thickly, rising to me knees. “Let me get my scrubs on.” I was still half in the throes of a dream in which multiple trauma victims, all of them looking like River, came pouring into the hospital needing surgery. I had been getting desperate, because I couldn’t keep up with them. I staggered to my feet, pulling off my shirt, before I realized it was Sharon who had woken me. “Whazzat? Who’s hurt?” I shook my head to clear it. “No one,” she said in an amused tone. “Now I’m sorry I woke you. You must have been pretty out of it.” “It’s OK. I didn’t like that dream anyway.” I saw Jill was next to her. They both looked flushed and wound up. “What’s up ladies?” “We need you, Dave,” Jill said in a low voice. “But no one’s hurt?” I said quizzically, still ...
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