The Angel of San Diego

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Chapter 14 - A Day Off

I wish I could tell you how much you mean to me, my Auburn Angel. I have never loved anyone as much as I love you. Our times together are too short and our times apart seem like years.

Robin was sitting on the porch glider with the most beautiful woman in the world in his arms. Her emerald green eyes were looking into his. She had a smile on her face.

I feel the same way, Robin. Kiss me before I wake up and discover this is only a dream.

He pulled her to him and bent his head toward hers. Then the bees came. There were millions of them. The Auburn Angel disappeared and he was running down that old familiar alley again.

He woke up with a start. The bees were back… and with a vengeance.

Evidently, they don’t like being shut behind the door, he thought.

“Why couldn’t they have waited a little longer? You at least could have waited until I had kissed her”, he said to them.

It took a little more concentration than normal to calm them down. At least it’s Saturday, he thought. No Hotline today. I can just kick back and relax.

He crawled out of bed, took a shower, and got dressed. He could hear Nancy playing her baby grand piano down in the living room.

What time is it? He looked at his watch. Ten thirty. He had slept a lot later than usual. Then he realized that it was the first night in a very long time he had been able to have an uninterrupted sleep. He was actually rested.

Even after being dead for eighteen months I didn’t feel this rested.

That raised his spirits. He was humming as he descended the staircase.

“Good morning, Nancy,” he chimed

“You’re in a good mood,” she replied. She stopped playing.

As he entered the living room he said, “Yes. It’s amazing what a little uninterrupted sleep will do for you.”

“I wouldn’t know about that. The last time I slept well was nineteen forty-seven. That’s when they invented the television.”

“I don’t understand. You don’t even own a TV,” He said.

“No, I don’t. I can’t even be in the same room with one. I have enough trouble with my neighbor’s TV now.”

“But I’ve never heard their TV. Your closest neighbor is an acre away.”

“It’s the way they’re built. The circuitry sends out frequencies that drive me crazy.”

“Like a dog and an ambulance siren?” he asked.

“Yes, it’s quite annoying. I’d howl about it, but it wouldn’t help,” she said half-joking.

“Is there anything…” he began.

“No. Nobody can. Short of wearing aluminum foil on my head, I just push the noise away. I can tolerate it a lot better now that I’m older, but it still adds its voice to the buzz which all keeps me from resting properly.”

“Maybe you could teach me that psychic healing technique you’ve told me about and I could help you.”

“You’ll learn that soon enough. Have you been practicing your breathing exercises?” she asked.

“Yes. I have studied the book you gave me, the Science of Breath, and I’m using those techniques daily.”

“Good. Oh. By the way, the Mercedes dealer called to say that your car will be ready and delivered in two weeks.”

“Wonderful. I can hardly wait. Not that I don’t appreciate you letting me use your car, Nancy.”

“I’m sure,” she said with mock sincerity. “Why so long? Didn’t they have one on the lot somewhere?”

“Special order; I wanted it customized just for me. You know, metallic blue paint, custom seats, stereo, classy interior – that kind of thing.”

“Seems like a lot of bother for just a car.” She said.

“The SLK isn’t just a car, Nancy. It’s a hard top convertible that drives like a sports car, but insures like a compact.”

“So?”

“It’s a guy thing. We’re not just about aesthetics, we’re gadget brains. You know the technology side of things. A car isn’t just a car to a guy, it’s a way of life.”

“What you really mean is that it attracts girls.”

“Well, there is that,” he said grinning, “But truthfully… there’s only one woman I want to find. She’s been in my dreams… She’s so real…and yet, I wake up and it’s only a dream. I know it sounds crazy, but I know she’s real. She has to be… How crazy is that? Go ahead and laugh.”

Nancy didn’t laugh. “You know, Robin, she may be real.”

“Huh?”

“What you might be experiencing is called dream-sharing. It’s when two people share the same dream.”

“Really…? What about the distance? What if she’s living in a foreign country? Is it possible to do that over thousands of miles?”

“I don’t know, but my late husband and I used to dream-share; sometimes as far as New York City. Personally, I think anything is possible once two hearts and minds have found each other.”

“Thanks for that. It gives me some hope anyway.”

The phone started ringing.

“Get the phone, will you please?” Nancy asked, “You men are more into the technology than we are.”

“Give me a break.” He went into the hallway to answer the phone. She just chuckled and began playing something by Brahms.

When he lifted the handset, a terrible sense of dread ran through his soul. He immediately dropped the receiver. It dangled against the wall on its cord.

The piano stopped playing. “What’s the matter, Robin?” Nancy sensed something was wrong.

He couldn’t answer her. He was overcome by a great feeling of loss. He hesitated. His hand was poised to grab the phone again, but he couldn’t. He stood frozen in fear.

What’s happening to me?

A hand shot past him picked up the phone.

“Nancy Velvet’s...” began Nancy.

Where did she come from?

He sat down in the hall chair.

“Yes. I’m sorry. I dropped the phone. I’m a bit clumsy sometimes,” she said apologetically. She looked at Robin with concern. Then the voice on the phone drew her attention away again.

“Yes. We do find lost things…a child? Well, yes we have had some success in the past finding lost children.”

What’s wrong with me?

“Today…? Yes. You can come over now if you like. Be sure to bring something of hers with you.”

It’s subsiding, but what the hell was that?

“Yes. A Plush rabbit is okay as long as she had physical contact with it…Oh… Her favorite toy… Yes, that will be fine…we’ll see you shortly then?”

He was breathing normally again.

“Goodbye.” She hung up the phone and looked at Robin as if she were a physician trying to diagnose a patient.

“I think you need a strong cup of tea,” she said finally. She headed to the kitchen. Robin followed.

Nancy wasn’t just a tea drinker – she was a tea drinker. She had a special boiling water faucet installed in the kitchen so that she would always be able to make a fast cup of tea when she needed it. She also understood the healing qualities of herbal teas so her cupboard was a cornucopia of the stuff. She grabbed the box of English breakfast from the shelf.

“What in the world happened there?” he asked in a shaky voice.

“I’m not sure, but I can guess,” she said as she got a mug from its hook. She opened the box of tea, put some leaves into a tea ball, dropped it into the mug, and filled his mug half way up with boiling water from the special tap.

“You know how you can tell who is calling by just touching the receiver?”

“Yes”

“And,” she continued “then as you hold it in your hand it becomes your channel to the caller’s house and the caller’s brain so that you know what they want and where it may be?”

“Yes,” he said dully.

“I believe her emotional state caused your reaction.”

She put the mug in front of him, added six sugar cubes, and turned to the cupboard over the refrigerator.

“I think you were just overwhelmed by the emotions coming through the line.” She pulled out a small stepladder from beside it, opened it, and climbed up to reach the cupboard.

So, does this mean I have to wear gloves?”

“Not necessarily, but you do need to be careful what you touch,” she said plainly. “Actually, it might be a good idea to wear gloves in the beginning.”

“Great. Now I know how King Midas felt.”

“Yes, but you can control your sensitivity with practice. You might even be able to turn it off and on at will.”

“Really?” he asked hopefully. “Like I did with the buzzing?”

“I don’t know. Nobody knows. You’re a first. Anything’s possible.”

“Shutting off the buzz didn’t work out all that well because when I woke up this morning it was worse than it ever has been. It took a lot of effort to calm them down.”

“I’m sorry, Robin,” she said with concern. “I’ve never dealt with powers like yours before, and you haven’t even peaked yet. Who knows how it will turn out?”

He sat with his head between his hands, head bowed toward the tabletop, leaning on his elbows. Nancy was worried about her friend. She climbed back down the ladder, walked over to the table, and sat across from him. Something had boosted his gifts to a higher sensitivity in the last forty-eight hours and she had no idea how to help him.

“I wish I could tell you exactly what is going to happen, but I can’t. I’m not a Clairvoyant. I do know this though: Your powers have grown considerably in the last day or so. It’s going to take a little time for you to get used to them and gain some kind of control,” she said gently. “Don’t let it get to you. You will gain control. I can sense it.”

Robin raised his head and looked at his mentor. She grabbed his hands, “Don’t worry, you have a great destiny ahead. Everything will be all right.”

He knew she was right. He could feel it through her hands. He could see right into her soul. She got up from the table and went back up the step stool to the cupboard. Robin looked into the mug. It was only half full. That’s a lot of sugar for that little amount of tea, he thought idly.

“It isn’t done yet,” she said, in answer to his observation. She came back to the table with a bottle of rum and filled the mug to the top. “Drink that up”

His hands were shaking as he reached for the mug.

“That caller has lost her little girl. Someone has kidnapped her daughter and all of her emotions were flowing through the phone into you. You were just overwhelmed.”

He took a sip of the “tea”.

Now that’s what I call tea.

He took a bigger drink. It was warm going down and he could feel his nerve endings beginning to calm down. Another drink – and then another. He was down to the bottom of the mug when he finally stopped. Pausing with the cup near his lips, he said in a soft flat voice, “She’s dead.”

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