I am not going back to John’s farm for a while. How would I ever be able to live down the teasing when he sees me again?
Remember what happened last time I was there? And that was just the tip of the tale. The night ended in a way I could not have imagined even if I was wide awake and vivid dreaming.
“She going be okay, give her breeze.”
“Yuh sure? Where is that goat and donkey manure tea you use as fertilizer? Ammonia is ammonia.”
I was up in a shot, having had a whiff or two of that fertilizer tea before. It makes John’s plants grow and produce like nothing. I was unsure of what it might do it me. I had no plans for more children.
“She is back, how you feelin, Princess?”
“I feel good….I going home.” Me, refusing to look directly at the men. I felt their grin and would be damned if they were going to laugh at me as I stare at them.
“Well….Judah will go down with you. He can do wid a lift.”
I bit my tongue before I could shout, noooooooooo. This is not a good idea. I was in no position to be alone with him for even a 10-minute drive. Ever heard of fainting while driving?
“O-o-kay.” Gulp.
With my face still averted, I gathered my now-dried shirt and headed towards the truck, not even waiting to see if Judah, Jah Prince, Solomon or whatever his name was, followed.
The silence between us was as thick as the fog that was now settling on the foothills. Mystic Man seemed comfortable enjoying my discomfort.
Then he started whistling. A tune. It was a popular reggae — Marley’s Is this Love.
I was not amused.
Clearing my throat, “Where can I drop you off? I am turning right when we reach the main road.”
“Me too.”
Right.
We finished the rest of the trip to the main road in silence. Well at least I was silent. He just whistled tune after tune. Good thing his guitar was left by John or he might have begun playing.
I approached the main road, slowed and seeing no approaching headlight, eased out.
“Tell me when to stop.”
“Okay.”
We travelled for a few minutes until we met the village just before mine. It takes me all of 25 minutes from John’s farm to my village. In retrospect, I really did not need a chaperone to make sure that I got home in one piece.
“Slow down, I will take it here,” crooned….errrhhh, directed Mystic Man.
Take it? Take what? Oh, he had arrived at his destination.
I looked around. There was a dimly lit house on my left and since it was the only one, I assumed he was going there. Two points of a strange green light glowed from inside, getting brighter and brighter as if whatever it was, was coming closer to the window.
That shade of green felt familiar. It reminded me of my little astral travel friend. Her eyes glow green like that light. Every now and again we would meet up in a dream or on the astral plane. She has never said anything, thought I know we communicate. Maybe it was telepathic. I turned towards Mystic Man to see if he noticed it too.
His eyes were glowing astral travel green.
With a shy, yet confident smile on his face, he whispered, “Hello, Ilis. We took a really long time finding each other.”
I. Trudie Palmer
One Love
This is the 13th story of the series.