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NOVEL
04:09 Jun 22 2015
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ETHEREAL BLISS

By RKB

Copyright October 3, 2014

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CHAPTER ONE



Marcus watched in the shadows. What he witnessed unfolding, the clouds obscured. The moon peaked out from behind the clouds. There stood a woman, dark and alluring rather than a shadow, which he first perceived. He didn’t understand the situation. Her identity was unknown to him but what he did know is someone followed her out a door and onto a staircase that ran down from a tower high up on the side of the building. What could he do, a stranger out in the middle of nowhere?



The fact he realized his situation was lost on a dark road rendered him silent. Whether the scene appeared to be something beyond his comprehension was humiliating. Should he interfere and tell her she should be careful where she stepped or tell her to watch out for the dark shape behind her? Before he could decide, she tumbled down the stairs. Half way down she turned and rose into the air. Marcus rubbed his eyes not believing what he had seen. Only a few seconds had passed since he’d taken his gaze away from the steps, but the other figure disappeared and so did she.



Shrinking back into the trees, he decided he wouldn’t attempt going for help anywhere near the house; the opposite direction more appealing at the moment. He’d walk the other way and hope someone drove by the area. Out of his element, he knew nothing of the countryside whatsoever. Marcus, alone and in unfamiliar territory realized the absurdity of his situation. He’d witnessed something bizarre and unsettling.



When he woke up in the morning he knew he would remember the incident as a lack of sleep and shadows from the trees. Why he decided to take a sabbatical from teaching was debatable after what he had witnessed. Marcus stood looking around, lost on an unfamiliar road, and vulnerable to the elements; the topper being scared. Joshua had told him to get GPS for his car but he hadn’t listened. His cell phone didn’t pick up a signal. How would he call for help if needed? The warnings his brother had given him had gone unheeded. He wouldn’t admit his brother was right and his arrogance had superseded good sense. He drove his car miles without a spare tire knowing the age of his vehicle. Yet, a flat wasn’t the problem. He didn’t have a blowout.



“Are you lost?”



Marcus jumped at the sound of someone’s voice from behind. He wasn’t expecting to meet anyone in the middle of nowhere late in the evening. He turned and saw an attractive woman standing near him.



She saw the surprised look on his face due to her sudden appearance but disregarded his reaction. The obvious conclusion being he needed help. The novelty was the stricken look on his face and the extent he of trying not to show his fear at her sudden appearance.



“Is it noticeable?”



He hoped she hadn’t noticed his fear. All of his close friends had told him he was emotionally transparent. Would this woman be aware of his failing? What could he do but smile and hope she hadn’t thought him a fool.



“Yes quite. Are you staying at the McCullough Inn?”



“You nailed that one. How did you know?”



“I didn’t but guessed you might be looking for the inn because this highway goes miles before you reach another town.”



“I’m embarrassed to say I’m lost. Unlike most men, so I’ve been told, I walked looking to ask someone for directions but there’s no sign of life around here. The truth is I have car trouble but don’t have any idea what’s wrong with the tin can. I’m not proficient in tinkering with cars.”



“Have no worries, your car can be easily fixed. I guess we’re old fashioned in these parts. We go to bed early and rise early. The inn is the only place decent to stay in Willow’s Pointe. My name is Bliss McCullough.”



“I have to say it’s nice to meet you, even if it’s in the middle of nowhere. My name is Marcus MacEwen."



He took her hand in his. There was a brief moment of hesitancy, but he shook her hand and looked into her eyes. They were an unusual shade of violet. He had heard of people having violet eyes but this was the first person he had met who actually had them. He was intrigued by her.



“Are you staying at the inn?”



“You could say that. I’m the sole owner now my husband passed away. I thought you might realize the connection to the inn by my last name. I hope you’ll enjoy your visit with us. I can give you a lift to the inn. My car is parked down the road. I’ll take you back to yours so you can get anything out of it you wish and drive you to the inn. Sudden storms can spring up this time of year and the road floods. There’s a river just on the other side of the trees.”



“I’m sorry, it didn’t dawn on me the connection to your surname. I must be tired. The atmosphere along the road is eerie and dark. I didn’t expect to find a dark, scenic countryside, at least not this dark. I guess I’m lucky you found me tonight because it’s isolated from what I can tell.”



“This particular location seems darker than other places in this region due to the trees along the roadside. When it’s morning you’ll see a big difference. The trees are covered in leaves of all different colors. Winter hasn’t fully begun. Therefore, the leaves are still on the trees. Autumn in New Hampshire is magnificent. We’re known for being a very colorful state in the fall.”



“What you’re telling me sounds right out of a travel guide.”



“I’m sorry. I guess it’s become habit to promote this state since I own a tourist spot.”



Bliss started to laugh and Marcus relaxed. Her casual manner gave him a needed boost after his strange encounter. Still he wasn’t sure what he had seen deciding it better to chalk it off to lack of rest or imagining. Marcus followed her to a car parked a few yards down the road. She drove him to his car.



“I’ll call the local tow company in the morning to pick you up at the inn and take you to your car. Old Zeke is a whiz with cars. I have no doubt he’ll get yours started. You never know, maybe you’ll be able to drive it back to the inn.”



Even though he could afford a newer car he considered his car a classic and wouldn’t part with her.



“I appreciate your help. Right now all I have on my mind is food, a hot drink, a shower and some sleep.”



“I think it can be easily arranged. I’m close to the proprietor.” Bliss cocked her head grinned and winked.



Marcus smiled and got back into her car. He watched out the window looking for landmarks along the road. Shadows could be seen appearing as a line of hooded monks.



“What’s over there? See those dark figures along the edge of the woods?”



“You’re witnessing our notorious optical illusion common in this area. Many have seen the shadows and panicked. They’re caused by the position of the moon to the trees. They aren’t visible all the time because you can only see them on a full moon.”



“I could have sworn there were robed people walking just inside the line of trees.”



“Yes, I understand. It’s a common mistake made by those who aren’t locals. We call this area The Bogs. The river goes another direction at this point but there’s a small tributary. The result is a salt marsh since it extends from the ocean. This is the only place that could be considered a swamp. The mud is a killer if you don’t know where you’re going because it’ll swallow you like quicksand. A lot of legends have sprung up around here because of people disappearing and never being found.”



“What an interesting spot. I’ve never seen a marsh as far as I can recollect.”



“Most people drive on by, because you can’t see it for the line of trees the area residents planted. They wanted to hide the marsh from passersby along the road. Behind the trees, are grasses, mud and water churning together. The area looks benign at first glance. If you had your window down you’d be aware by the smell. My suggestion to you is don’t go there for any reason even to take photos. We like to keep our paying customers alive.”



“You make The Bogs sound treacherous but inviting to me. The ambience of the place would make good reading in one of the stories I’m writing. If I should venture out here, I’ll see if I can get someone to come with me. Is that satisfactory?”



Bliss didn’t answer as she turned into the driveway of the inn. Marcus opened his car door and before he could go around and help Bliss out of the car, she was out and going through the front door. Marcus followed behind like a child, bewildered by her rush into the inn. The air had a chill but not so cold to warrant such a sudden departure from the car. Women he thought, always unpredictable.



The fireplace in the central sitting room was blazing. Bliss had disappeared out of sight. He took off his coat and gloves and sat down to enjoy the warmth. This trip would be more intriguing than those he had taken prior. Marcus sensed Bliss had a secret. How could it be anything less since he’d determined there would be some dark secret to make his stay worth while? The idea what he saw was caused by an optical illusion didn’t sit well with him.



“Sir, would you follow me this way please? Mrs. McCullogh has set up a tray for you and you can either eat where I’m taking you or bring it upstairs to your room.”



Marcus got up from his chair and followed the young man into a dining room. She had created quite a spread for him. She had made a good impression by her quick to action skills.



“I’ll eat here.”



“Very good sir. If you need anything further pull the cord on the wall. When you go back to your room you can call us from your phone. Will that be all?”



“I made an online reservation for a room but I haven’t checked-in as yet. I got lost and ran into your proprietor.”



“No problem sir. When you’re finished leave everything on the table and come to the front desk and I’ll be more than happy to take care of that detail.”



“Wonderful. I notice you aren’t wearing any identification. What’s your name?”



“I beg your pardon. My name is Julian Dumont. Everyone calls me Monty. You’re welcome to address me by my nickname.”



“Thank you Monty, I’ll see you at the front desk in about fifteen minutes.”



“I’ll be there.” He turned and left the room.



Marcus looked around and admired the homey atmosphere. The place a spruced up house in his estimation rather than built as an inn, closer to a bread and breakfast. He’d been to many. His thirst to travel mainly in the United States. Therefore, he would pick an area and visit to see if the setting would be good for one of his books. The accumulation of two inheritances, one from his grandfather and the other from his father made life easier. He liked to teach or do nothing at all, his free time left to tell stories, scary stories. The decision to become a writer in his leisure time the most obvious choice he had ever made according to everyone who knew him well. Marcus still young and unmarried, thought somewhere in his travels he might meet the love of his life. Practicality a virtue on his part and a pretty face not a prerequisite but it couldn’t hurt. He wanted the pipedream, a friend, a lover and eye candy. Even though he had come close, the relationships hadn’t worked out.



The food was filling. Marcus felt stuffed and ready for a hot shower and bed. He’d reserved a suite to have his own private bath. Often old places had bathrooms to share off the hall. He hit the jackpot when he found out he could get a room with amenities and one of them a bathroom. Marcus approached the front desk where Monty pored over his computer screen.



He looked up and greeted him. “Hello sir, I see you’ve finished your meal. Let’s get you settled into your room. I found your reservation and everything is processed and ready to go. Mrs. McCullough came by and told me your name. I already took your bags to your room. If you’ll follow me I’ll show you the way. You’re in Suite 7, on the second floor.”



Marcus followed him up the stairs to the second floor and down to the end of the hall. He had expected Monty to use a key since the inn looked old, but instead he slid an electronic card through an area beside the door knob. He was amused how fastidious Mrs. McCullogh was about modern conveniences. Marcus thanked Monty giving him a tip, and turned to look over his lodgings.



He had a small living room including a wet bar with a mini fridge and a microwave. The bedroom elegant but also country modern like the rest of the inn or maybe shabby chic, although nothing really shabby about the décor. Marcus didn’t have an eye for interior decorating styles according to his ex-girlfriend. His bathroom was larger than he expected. The satisfaction he sensed could be seen in the broad smile on his face as he looked around. He would be comfortable at Willow’s Pointe Inn.



The phone by his bed rang waking him up. He answered and heard Monty’s voice telling him he had received his wake up call and breakfast would be served in the dining room in fifteen minutes. Marcus walked into the bathroom to shave. The idea of rummaging through his bags for what he wanted to wear not a pleasant thought but necessary. He’d been too tired to put his clothing and other items away before he went to bed. He’d do the chore after breakfast.



Downstairs he noticed a number of people lounging in the sitting room and reservation alcove. Marcus glanced at the various guests as he passed on his way to the dining room. When he got to the doorway a young lady spoke to him. “Are you here for breakfast sir?”



“Yes, isn’t it served in this room?”



“Yes and no.” The young girl smiled and continued. “Those who want a Continental style breakfast are seated in the dining room but those who want full menu and are residents of the inn, we seat in the sunroom. What’s your pleasure this morning?”



“I think I’ll have the full service. Do people who aren’t staying at the inn eat here as well?”



“Yes, but we only serve Continental breakfast and a small buffet to them. The full breakfast menu is only for our live-in guests. Follow me this way.”



She took Marcus through the dining room and out into a windowed room facing a large garden. The room reeked of wicker, glass and chintz. It was too bright and sunny so early in the morning. Marcus smiled, and thought he guessed having an interior designer as a girlfriend for awhile paid off. He noticed everything around him.



“How do you like your stay at the inn Mr. MacEwen?”



“Just call me Marc. I never liked the formality of Marcus.”

Bliss couldn’t help but chuckle to herself over his outburst but tried to keep her composure. She found it him easy to like.



“I’m not much for formality either. Call me Bliss. When would you like me to call Zeke? He’s usually free and I’m sure wont mind picking you up along the way.”



“I should be done in about twenty minutes. Have him come in a half an hour. I’ll have plenty of time to eat and go upstairs and get my coat and gloves.”



“Sounds good, Marc. I have to go check on the kitchen help. We have a couple of new girls today. They’re always spooked the first day and expect to get a tongue lashing but I don’t allow it in my establishment. I give them a boost the first week and I generally end up with outstanding kitchen staff.” Bliss turned and left the room.



A proactive boss, how refreshing thought Marcus. His mind had strayed to what he thought he witnessed the night before. He didn’t believe it had anything to do with shadows but he could be wrong. He was no more infallible than anyone else. The sight of what he saw, before he met Bliss, was clear in his mind. His brother would be arriving in the morning and he needed to alert Monty. Maybe Joshua would have some ideas about what had occurred. An explanation would be welcome considering the battle going on in his head over what was real and what was not.





CHAPTER TWO



“I can see what’s wrong with your car Mr. MacEwen. Try to start the engine. Hours have passed and everything has cooled off. Your car should start right up. Don’t worry, you won’t have an over heating problem right away. I thought you said your car stalled but I don’t see anything relating to the problem as described.”



“No, I only stated I was having car trouble and I was lost. I was afraid to drive any further because I didn’t know what was wrong and it was over heating.”



“It’s a simple fix. You have a hole in your heater hose. I can change it for you in a jiffy. I have one that should fit this car. Bliss told me the make and model of your car and I put some obvious parts in the truck just in case it was nothing major. Anything else would need to be fixed at my shop. You’re a lucky man, nothing serious.”



“I hope you don’t mind me asking, but why do they call you Old Zeke? You look no older than maybe your late thirties.”



“I’m Zeke Jr. and Old Zeke is referring to my father who stayed back at the shop. He’s busy finishing a brake job. Although they use the word old, he’s not doddering, but the name stuck to differentiate the two of us is my guess. I retired from the military and came home to work with him.”



“How fortunate you’re able to work with your dad. I’d give anything to be working with my father right now.”



Zeke didn’t know what to say and stood looking at Marcus. He wasn’t sure if his father had died and wanted to choose his words carefully.



“My father passed over six months ago. I miss him. He developed Alzheimer’s disease and it became an ordeal for all concerned.”



“Your situation sounds similar to mine. It’s tough I know. My aunt suffered with Alzheimer’s and the experience devastated my mother. She’d cry all the time because her sister didn’t recognize her anymore. One day she got a call and she’d died suddenly of a stroke. I understand and I’m sorry for your loss.”



“You have my condolences as well and I appreciate the thought.”



“Thanks but it happened over five years ago. I’ll follow you back to the inn. Let’s see if my repairs have done the job.”



The car started right up. Marcus had no problem driving back to the inn. He paid Zeke, shook hands and watched his tow truck disappearing down the road until his thoughts were interrupted.



“I’m glad to see your car is fixed.”



“You have the habit of appearing suddenly out of nowhere, but yes, I’m lucky on that account. Thanks for calling Zeke. He’s a nice guy and I appreciated the company. Seems he and I have things in common.”



Bliss stared at Marcus in amusement and lifted her right eyebrow as if a question was coming. Instead she turned and invited him into her greenhouse which happened to be just outside the sunroom. She’d noticed his rapt attention to the botanicals around the inn.



“My father was interested in creating a botanical garden but he died before he could accomplish his dream. His passion, tropical plants. I maintain a small collection in this particular greenhouse. I don’t share my father’s all consuming idea of a botanical garden in New Hampshire but I do maintain what’s left, out of respect for him.”



“You’re very perceptive Bliss. Yes, I do have an interest in greenhouses and botanical gardens. It’s too bad your father didn’t expand and actually fulfill his goals before he died.”



“The whole region would have been filled with a larger number of tourists but I think most in these parts want the countryside to stay as is. The more people, the more likely they would stumble onto The Bogs. We’d have more deaths, more litter everywhere and cars up and down the highway. I’d rather see progress stay status quo.”



“The inn and the surroundings are beautiful and you have plenty of guests from what I’ve noticed. You’d have scientists, researchers and all sorts of people visiting if your father had accomplished his goals. I realize the impact to the area. You’re insight is impeccable. I have no doubt the gardens would have attracted unsavory people into the area. I don’t blame you for protecting yourselves from being overrun by tourists.”



“I’m going to add an addition to the greenhouse for herbs and other plants I personally want to grow for our kitchen. If I’m going to pay for people to tend to the plants I’m going to get good use out of them. Would you care to ride into town with me? It’s not far, and I might need some help. I have to get feed for the horses and some other supplies.”



“Sure, thanks for asking. I’ve yet to see Willow’s Pointe downtown. I didn’t realize you had a stable.”



“Yes, it’s on the other side of the property. Our guests, many of them, visit expressly to go riding. We have trails and guides who go out with them if they are novice. I was the one with the love for horses and my father opened the stables to please me and then later we got more horses and decided to give the guests the option of going riding. Actually it’s really paid off.”



“Don’t you get some heavy snow around here?”



“Yes, but the stables are heated and we don’t take the horses out in inclement weather. I’m sure you must know that I don’t put my horses to pasture in a snow storm. I do on the other hand give sleigh rides during the holidays if the weather permits.”



Bliss looked up into his eyes and smiled. He wondered what thoughts were floating around in her head. He had made an ass of himself asking dumb questions. Curiosity was a side effect of researching for his books. Sometimes he pushed it too far. The embarrassment, a reaction to his obvious lack of knowledge. Although, he tried to cover up his discomfort. His undoing would be the hint of color appearing in his cheeks. Her capricious nature bewildered him.



They both got into her van and left for town or what approximated a town in rural New Hampshire. Marcus wasn’t surprised by the quaint stores, gawking locals or the unusual slang they spoke. The regional accent he found interesting albeit charming as well. He could understand every thing said since he spent a lot of time in Boston. The accent being similar, yet not exactly the same. There was no comparing Vermont and Maine. The opportunity to visit either state hadn’t arisen. All he knew was Stephen King lived in one of them.



“First I have to go to Gallagah’s Bakery to pick up bread, pastries and deserts for the inn. I’m going to need your help.”



Marcus grinned because the sign said, Gallagher’s and it was exactly how he would have pronounced the name but it wasn’t the case in New Hampshire. He’d listened to Bliss speak in the local accent intently, but said nothing when she said, N’Hampshah. The accent was well known to anyone who had been to New England, but he knew they spoke differently before he had arrived, listening to recorded discs used to acquaint someone with the area they were to visit.



Marcus followed Bliss into the bakery. He realized she was using him as her hired help but being polite enough not to make it obvious. He didn’t mind because the opportunity to get a behind the scenes look into the daily routine of those who lived in Willow’s Pointe, intrigued him.



“Good morning Abby, is my order ready?”



“Ayup, Mrs. McCullough. We finished about thirty minutes ago. Charlie has out done himself. I tasted one of the pastries for quality control of course. As usual, they’re wicked good. Is this man gonna’ help you load your van, because I can get Trent? I know he’d be more than happy to help.”



“Sure, the more help I have the faster I can get back to the inn. I still have to stop at Ben’s Feed Store.”



“I’ll be right back. I think Trent’s out back with Carley.”



“Don’t expect her to come back with only one of them. Carley, or Carlton Embrey, is Trent’s shadow and will probably tag along.”



“I’m sure we can use some muscle to get everything loaded.”



Although Marcus found the small town interesting, the slow pace and sheer backward nature of their interactions annoyed him. The atmosphere was akin to stepping into the fifties with technology added into the mix. He wanted to get back to the inn so he could write. New ideas for his story battled for precedence in his head and he wanted to get them into his laptop and saved. His brother should have arrived by the time he returned.



A very unusual man came into the bakery shop. He looked Marcus up and down and said, “Are you from California?”



“Why yes I am. I never thought it was obvious to others.”



“I’m Carley and I guess I’m homesick. I was born in Willow’s Pointe but my father moved us to California when I was around three. I recognized your western accent.”



“I guess I’m oblivious to a degree to any sort of accent at all in California, but it’s not the first time I’ve heard the comment.” He extended his hand to the man who had come into the bakery first.



“And you are?”



“Right, I’m sorry. I’m Carlton but I’m sure if you were talking to Abby you know everyone around here calls me Carley. I live at the estate down the highway from the inn.”



“Don’t believe anything he tells you.”



A blond young man suddenly came through a door from the prep area in the back.



“Hey Bliss, how’s it going with you? I haven’t seen you in town for ages or picking up supplies on your own.”



“Hollis is on vacation and I brought Mr. MacEwen into town with me to see the local side of things. I miss the hands on activities Ron and I used to do on our own. Mr. MacEwen is a writer and a teacher. I thought I’d bring him along to observe and possibly experience daily activities in town.”



“Are you bringing him to the festival tonight?”



Bliss introduced the young man to him as Trent. His last comment caught Marcus’ interest.



“What festival are you talking about Trent? I’m afraid no one has mentioned a festival to me.”



“We have an annual Harvest Festival in September every year. All the locals come out; build bonfires, dance and sing. The tradition is over two-hundred-years-old in these parts.”



“That cunning lady will probably show up with her tarot cards too. I find it shameful but she’s allowed to attend and do her readings.”



Abby made a face and Trent continued what he had been saying.



“Ayuh, she’s wicked beautiful.” He was grinning with a look of mischief in his eyes



Marcus smiled because he knew that look. He had seen it many times while traveling and on his brother’s face. Trent was enamored by this woman. She must be a young woman thought Marcus. Trent looked no older than thirty.

“She’ll have her fancy cups and saucers handed down by her mother’s line. They say her great, great grandmother brought them with her from Britain.”



“If she doesn’t bring them Carley, she can hardly read the tea leaves.”



“I know Bliss.”



“Who would be they?” Marcus couldn’t hide his annoyance with the insider, local talk.



“They’re long time residents Mr. MacEwen, who gossip about everything. Small towns like Willow’s Pointe have certain individuals with nothing better to do than spread rumors and innuendo. This family keeps to themselves unless sought out to help cure a common disorder such as a poison oak reaction. Some go for readings, those who are not superstitious.”



“Drop the MacEwen, that’s too formal Trent. Call me Marc please.”



“Well Marc, the only people who come in contact with poison oak are those who venture near the marsh. As far as we know, it’s the only place it grows.”



Carley interjected comments appearing to be annoyed that Trent was doing all the talking.



“Oh, you must mean The Bogs. Bliss mentioned the area to me when I first arrived.”



“She did huh, and the two of you are on a first name basis? Then you know it’s a dangerous place. Melinda Mayhew lives across The Bogs. There’s a small road off the highway which takes you to their estate. I bet you thought they lived in a shack, but no, they have a large estate more inland. We call it Black Water.”



Marcus realized Carley might be one of the gossips in the area.



“Melinda married and left town for a time. She came back two years ago and attends the festival along with her sisters. Melinda is the only one who gives tarot readings. The family name is Mackenzie.”



“Thanks for the local heads up. Maybe I’ll use something amended to the truth in my next novel. You mentioned sisters. How many sisters are there Carley?”



“She has five sisters and two brothers, but they’re attending university at the moment. They rarely attend the festival but the sisters are always present.”



“There’s more Mr. MacEwen. She married a Mayhew from Martha’s Vineyard and there’s a variety of speculation as to why she left the island and returned home. Some could even be called urban legend. You’ll hear a number of them for sure if you attend the festival tonight. Once in awhile, his lordship shows up. They never divorced and the true nature of their relationship is unknown other than they’re not living together.”



“His lordship, what do you mean? Is he a titled Englishman, Abby?”



“No, Marc. He puts on airs behaving like he’s above others in New England. Granted many on the island are wealthy and those who visit in the summer as well. We only know he’s descended from the Mayhews having something to do with the beginnings of Martha’s Vineyard.”



“Most who live here consider him a slick business man and nothing more.” Carley answered much to Abby’s look of disapproval.



“Hmmm, he sounds typical of the high life in that area. If he’s from one of the founding families it’s no wonder. I’ve met the type you describe many times. I’m usually not deceived by their grandiose behavior. Mrs. Mayhew must have found something redeeming in this man.”



“He’s incredibly attractive Marc, as well as wealthy but he also has a Ph.D. connected to business. I don’t know the actual degree. I do know he’s intelligent, if not brilliant, affluent and charming. These qualities would attract any woman around here.”



“I wouldn’t know about status in this part of the country Bliss. I do know that he has all the attributes to attract women looking for a husband by what you’re saying."



“You’d think it was an apt description overall but the man chased after Melinda. Residents in the area considered him a very eligible bachelor no woman had been able to snag. Melinda is wicked beautiful and aloof. He made her his mission. What happened to their relationship no one knows but they all covet the details.”



“Very interesting Abby, but I think we should get back to loading your van Bliss, if we have another stop to make. I need to get in a few hours of writing before the evening meal. My brother may be waiting for me at the inn.”



“You’re right. You two are familiar with the set up in the back of the van. Why don’t you open the back doors? We’ll check on the bakery products. Here’s the key to the cabinets.”



Carley went out front to the van.



“What do you want me to take out first?”



“You’re a guest Marc.”



“Yes but I came to help you load supplies.”



Carley was coming back through the door with a hand truck.



“We’ll get everything loaded for Bliss. We’ve done this many times. You can help her when you get to Ben’s. She’ll go to the feed store next.”



“You’re certainly cocky this morning Carley.”



“You noticed Bliss, how gratifying,” He grinned and propped open the front door and pulled the hand truck outside fully loaded. Trent was waiting by the back of the van.



“You two must know each other well.”



“Eh, he’s my damn cousin. My mother and his are sisters.”



“You’re mother is still living Bliss?”



“Yes, she lives in New York City and designs playbills for theater openings. She’s an artist and photographer, but fell into that area of pursuit by accident. The story is a long one I don’t want to talk about right now if you don’t mind.”



“I don’t mind at all. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable with my questions.”



“No problem. Do you think your brother will arrive in time to go to the festival?”



“Yes, he should be at the inn by now. I told Monty to show him to my room if he arrived and I was away.”



Carley walked past them with what Abby said was the last load. A few minutes later Trent and Carley came back inside and were handing Bliss her keys. Bliss hugged Carley and told them both she’d see them around seven at the festival later in the evening.



“Ben’s Feed Store isn’t far from here. They’ll load everything else into the back of the van. This is why I had the cabinets built inside. The bakery items stay safe and I can put other things I need in the empty space in the center of the van. They always tie everything down. The normal load will be delivered in a few days but I wanted to be sure we didn’t run out. Everyone attends the festival so this gives them time to prepare for the evening’s events.”



“Why did you bring me along if you had people to help you load your supplies?”



“Maybe I like your company.” Bliss slowly grinned looking up at him from lowered lashes.



“Can I hitch a ride with you to the festival? Since I’ve never attended and I get lost after dark, I think I need chaperoning.”



Bliss pulled into the driveway of the feed store, parked and turned toward Marcus.



“Yes, of course Marc. You and your brother can ride with me to the Harvest Festival if he is inclined to attend. I would be only too happy to take the two of you along. I’ll be transporting a few individuals tonight in our other van. Numerous people who moved out of the area attend each year.”



“I didn’t realize your festival attracted people from other localities.”



“No one who hasn’t been told by locals and are not invited will be at the festival. Only people who used to live in Willow’s Pointe or the general area return. We don’t advertise to outsiders.”



“Why the secrecy?”



“No secrecy involved, the festival is a local tradition dating back many years and we prefer to keep it for those of this area. We don’t want to pollute our celebration with commercialism by open invitation.”



“Look Bliss, I’m not normally rude but I don’t do well with cryptic. Can you please be up front with me and tell me what’s happening tonight? Then I can make an informed decision as to whether I want to attend and tell my brother as well and he can do the same.”



“All right I’ll be blunt. The Harvest Festival is a pagan observance. We keep it quiet for fear of religious zealots. People put aside their religious beliefs for the sake of the festival on this one night. Devil worship is not involved or anything evil as some might misconstrue. These facts are the only reason we are tight-lipped about what will be happening this evening.”



“I thought Willow was referring to the tree. Was Willow a person who lived here in the past?”



“A very perceptive observation Marc and one I’ll explain after the festival if you still have questions.”





CHAPTER THREE



Marcus had finished the first chapter of his book and satisfied he’d come up with a good idea. A knock on the door intruded into his thoughts. Bliss was standing on the other side holding two sets of robes.



“I didn’t mean to bother you but we left something out about the festival. We all dress in old world costumes to pay tribute to the beginnings of harvest revelry.”



“Yes, I can see you do.”



Marcus looked at the clothing folded over her arm and wasn’t happy he was expected to play dress-up.



“Thank you for the costumes. Is there anything else expected of me for this gathering?”



“No except be ready and downstairs in about twenty minutes. I have to go change myself. I’m looking forward to meeting your brother. If you’ll excuse me, I have to leave.”



“Sure, no problem, I’ll see you in a few.”



She’d given him a long gown but it was a period outfit of the times they were celebrating he assumed. He had no idea because he didn’t recognize the style of the clothing. The outerwear had long sleeves that slipped through a robe with no sleeves and a hood. The outfit was in shades of brown with blue embroidery down the front edges of the robe. They looked like astrological glyphs but he didn’t recognize any of them being unfamiliar with any symbols that might be used. The writing could be a language unknown to him or purely symbolic of something else.



Joshua walked out of the bathroom drying his body with a towel. “Was that a woman’s voice I heard?”



“Yes, she brought us something traditional to wear to the festival. Sorry bro, I didn’t know about the clothes.”



“Hand them over and I’ll get dressed. You’d better shower so we're not late. Sure sounds like this evening is going to be interesting. I look forward to meeting this woman who caught your attention.”



Marcus shook his head in frustration and went into the bathroom.



He felt a tap on his shoulder as he waited in the lobby for Bliss. Annoyed, he turned and his mouth dropped open. He caught himself right away and felt embarrassment over his reaction. Bliss smiled but said nothing.



“You look fantastic Bliss. Period dress suits you.”



She was wearing a long white, flowing dress with a belt of blue embroidered with gold symbols. Her ears were adorned by gold dangles embedded with blue stones. Her blond hair was down and flowing to the middle of her back. He was awed by her appearance, but tried to hide his reactions.



A man standing beside Marc faced the other direction gazing out the window distracted by something or someone outside. He turned around when he heard the voice of a woman and held out his hand.



“You must be Bliss, the woman Marc has mentioned. I hope you don’t mind me using your first name as well? I’m Joshua MacEwen.”



“I don’t mind in the least. Marc didn’t tell me how much the two of you looked alike. Forgive me if I appeared floored by the similarity. He had mentioned briefly you were his twin but not identical. You could have fooled me.”



“Yes we’ve been told many times our similarity, considering we are fraternal twins, is striking. Frankly I’m the good looking one.”



He grinned and winked. Joshua had broken the surprise of their sameness with his quip.



Bliss continued. “You’ll need this during part of the ceremony.” She handed each of them an un-husked ear of corn and a sheaf of wheat.



“I thought the Harvest Festival was Thanksgiving in the United States.”



“You’re correct Marc but tonight’s celebration exemplifies heritage before the United States existed. Our tradition has been honored for many years and separate from Thanksgiving.”



“I’m astonished you asked me to participate.”



“Me too, even though it was an after thought where I’m concerned.” Joshua smiled again flirting with Bliss.



“I’m happy you’re both amenable to attending what might turn out to be boring for the both of you. Why don’t you sit up front with me Marcus since you’re first timers coming to the festival? Joshua can sit right behind you.”



Marcus could faintly hear whispering in the back of the van. He was sure it was due to the uncanny likeness of the two of them. Bliss was the only person he had mentioned his brother was a twin. He heard from Joshua that Monty had been confused when he first arrived. Why all the fuss over a twin brother he wondered?



“I hadn’t realized when Carley or maybe it was Abby said inland she meant more than a few miles. We’ve been driving down this side road for at least twenty minutes.”



“Ayuh, we say what we mean in Willow’s Pointe.”



Marcus didn’t recognize the voice of the person who spoke. He was one of the guests he hadn’t met.



"My name is Stephen Sanderson. I’m sorry if I interrupted a private conversation.”



“Think nothing of it. I’m afraid that’s a faux pas of mine and often. I’m Marcus MacEwen and the man sitting by you is my brother Joshua. We’re glad to meet you. Are you from Willow’s Pointe or are you visiting for the festival?”



“I moved to Maine and I’m down here for the festival. Ay-yup, you guessed right.”



“Get a wiggle on there Bliss. I don’t want to arrive when they’re cleaning up.”



“Don’t mess your dungarees Steve.”



“What a wicked comeback. Who have you been slumming with these days Bliss?”



Bliss laughed and pulled into a parking area near an entrance.



“The festival is here?”



“Not exactly, Joshua. Follow me.”



Everyone exited the van including the brothers. They looked at each other and Marc shrugged. He wondered why all the secrecy. They followed Bliss down a pathway bordered on both sides by high hedges. When they came out into a clearing, Bliss continued down a path going up a hill a few yards ahead of them. Everyone followed her and made the climb. Marc and Joshua walked along following as if a column of ants. When they got to the top it overlooked a grassy expanse of land with tables and a massive bonfire. They weren’t close enough for Marc to make out everything but Joshua passed him hurrying to the front of the line rushing over the hill. Marc could see people already below milling around but couldn’t make out exactly what they were doing. He caught up to Joshua who was behind Bliss



“What’s going on below?”



“They’re setting up the banquet Marc. We don’t live in the past. The festival is only inspired by ancestral celebrations. I hope you didn’t eat much tonight because when you get through trying the food you’ll be full.”



Joshua was the flamboyant, impetuous type always looking for a laugh. Women were attracted to him in droves much to Marcus’ chagrin. Yet he didn’t notice. There was no doubt he fit the stereotypical dumbass guy in mystery novels. Some of which he had written. He knew he shouldn’t think of his brother in a slap-happy way but being the popular one didn’t sit well with Marcus since they looked alike. Obviously popularity didn’t have anything to do with appearance. Marcus was sociable but a common sense individual and not as outgoing and charming. These were traits he didn’t possess. Marcus heard others describe him as the serious one who asked a lot of questions.



“Hey, wait for me Josh.”



Marcus knew sooner or later Joshua would be showing off. He couldn’t fault him for his desire to be the center of attention. Although, he’d be livid but would remain silent. His temper would be released when they were alone if he made an ass of himself. Joshua had rushed down the hill and seated himself next to Bliss. He was already filling a plate with food. Marcus smiled and joined the two of them.



“This is really something. How long does it take everyone to get this shindig together?”



“Those residents in the area, host the festival every year Marc. They’ve been holding this gathering so long they have every detail memorized. We rarely need help from the outside. Most of the food is either raised or grown in and around Willow’s Pointe. The men dig pits and roast vegetables and generally three pigs. Even though in some societies pork is not allowed, in this celebration it is the only meat served along with corn and squash and other items they generally have laid out. Long ago they served boar but we no longer hunt for wild pigs.”



Two young women they didn't recognize rounded up all the men and sat them at a table separately.



“What is the wonderful aroma I smell?



“The fresh bread ready to come out of our clay ovens Joshua. You’ll love it. We drizzle the bread with fresh honey and some we cut in slices and put goat cheese over. You’ll also find jars with olives and oil you can put on the breads as well if you like. This isn’t traditional as far as what the Greeks ate but we try to come close. Barley flatbreads are served with cheese and herbs inside. We're able to do much more with the grains in modern times and it honors Our Lady.”



“Our Lady, who do you mean?



“Let your server answer your question.”



“Of course, I’d be more than happy to explain Mrs. McCullough. Our Lady Demeter, to whom this festival is dedicated. She’s the goddess of the harvest and fertility. We don’t celebrate exactly as they did in the past. We’ve modernized certain aspects over time. No one remembers how she was venerated. Our personal customs have been handed down since our family line settled in this area of the Americas. My name is Olivia Mackenzie and I’m Melinda’s youngest sister.”



“Your last name is Scottish too. What is the Greek connection?”



“We don’t exactly know. The story we’ve been told is we migrated to Scotland and lived there for a number of generations. They outlawed the worship of the twelve gods for years in Greece my great grandmother told us. We’re free to worship as we like in America. We assimilated with the Scots and over the years intermarried and voila, here we are. They didn’t remove the laws that forbid worship of the old gods until 2006. Anyone is welcome but we tend to keep it to people we know and their friends who wish to join us. We have a small temple on the other side of the hill behind us dedicated to our goddess. Enjoy your food.”



“Marc, they have the women seated separately. I wonder if it’s traditional for this festival.”



“Probably Joshua, but as you know it’s my first time attending too. I can’t answer all your questions.”



“Yes it’s traditional.”



A young woman standing nearby answered. She was putting bowls of lentil soup in front of each of the men and fresh bread.



“Who might you be? My name is Joshua MacEwen.”



“I’m Kore MacKenzie, named in honor of Demeter’s daughter. I’m the oldest of six females in our family. I’m sure you’ve heard the gossip about our family if you’ve been in Willow’s Pointe for awhile.” Smiling she placed a bowl of soup in front of Marcus.



“What a beautiful name. Is it the same as Corey, C-o-r-e-y we know in English?”



“No, it’s spelled K-o-r-e, but pronounced the same. You two are very inquisitive. You might know this goddess by the name Persephone



“Since we haven’t been introduced, I’m Joshua’s brother Marcus. I recognize the name, but I’m not too conversant on Greek mythology these days



Kore smiled, rolled her eyes slightly and left to serve the rest of the men along with another young woman who looked related. Only women were serving the food.



Joshua nodded toward the other table where the women were now seated.



“I noticed.” Marcus whispered in return to Joshua trying not to be overheard and thought rude.



“The men and women must have eaten separately during the original celebration. I studied the Greek culture when I studied at the university a long time ago. I don’t remember much about how they venerated their gods during festivals accorded them. Even though they’ve been explaining their involvement, I think it’s weird there’s a festival to a Greek Goddess in New England.”



“I wouldn’t worry about it Josh. Just enjoy your meal and watch and see what happens next because I have no idea. I think it’ll be painless.” Marcus grinned and took a sip of his soup.



Bliss served them wine and sat steamed figs in front of Marcus and Joshua.



“The wine is excellent and produced by the MacKenzie family. Figs were eaten but not exactly like this dish. Many things have been modernized since we have the capability to create fancier dishes. I think you’ll like this dessert.”



Marcus took a sip of the wine and smiled. “This is very good for homemade brew. I’m sure Joshua will enjoy it too once his mind is off eating.”



Bliss laughed at his remark. “Yes I see he’s enjoying the food. We’ll be dancing soon and that’s when we intermingle. I noticed you two were surprised when we put the women at one table and the men at the other. I don’t remember why it’s done. I’d suspect others as well have forgotten. We do this traditionally is all I can recollect. You could say it gives us time to relax and the males talk of men things and the women the same.”

“I understand but it’s an old-fashioned idea.”



“Our celebration is older than the founding of this country. The festival started in Greece. The MacKenzie family could probably tell you more about how it evolved. I attend and do what we always do.”



“Come on Marcus, quit grilling Bliss and let her enjoy the evening.”



“I apologize for my brother. He’s the inquisitive one and always has a lot of questions everywhere we go. I guess that’s why he writes to put a story behind all the information he has dragged out of people.”



“I can apologize for myself Josh if it’s necessary.” He looked over glaring at his brother. Josh knew what the look meant and shut up.



“I’m sorry Bliss if I've upset you with all the questions. I’m curious about everything I’m experiencing tonight. I’ve never attended a celebration like this one anywhere in the country.”



“Listen to me you two, quit over-reacting. I’m not in the least upset or offended by the questions. You're tourists and this is your first time attending this activity. I don’t blame you for asking questions. What we are doing must seem very foreign to you. Of course it is, considering most of the country is Christian and they don’t attend festivals of this nature. I have explained to Marc, we suspend belief for a time because the observance is so old in Willow’s Pointe we separate whatever beliefs we have for a night. The observance is a legacy rather than a belief for us.”



Music started and people began to dance. The brothers watched entertained by the sight but didn’t try to join in the dancing. They had instead been downing the wine that had been offered to them.



“Do you feel a little dizzy Marcus?”



The time seemed to pass quickly. Joshua thought he’d been drinking wine. Instead he found himself back in the van. Looking around disoriented, he tapped his brother’s shoulder from behind. Marcus turned around looking glassy-eye.



“What happened, Marcus?” Joshua shook his head. His ears were plugged as if something had been stuffed inside.

“I don’t know.”



“Don’t the two of you remember dancing and the ceremony by the MacKenzie sisters?”



“Not really Bliss.”



Joshua looked out the window to see if he could tell their location. He knew they were riding in the van but nothing else.



“We’re back at the inn. I think the two of you had too much wine to drink.” Bliss pulled her van into the driveway.



“Mr. Malone could you help these two get out of the van? I don’t know how well they’re going to stand when they touch ground.”



“I’m fine and can walk on my own. Thanks for the offer.”



Marcus looked embarrassed but as usual tried to hide his feelings.



“I’ll help Marc if he needs it.”



Joshua was pissed and not especially happy about Bliss telling everyone they had too much to drink, but he'd let it go. He wasn’t concerned about judgments anyone might have about their physical condition.



The brothers walked into the inn looking like someone had knocked the wind out of them. They went upstairs to their room. Joshua sat down on the couch in the living room area and looked up at Marcus.



“I think this is messed up Marc. They put something into our wine.”



“Why would they bother? Most of the people attending we don’t even know. You’re being paranoid Josh.”



“I don’t think so and tomorrow I’m going to find out why I can’t remember anything after the dancing started. My gut hunch is she’ll give us the run around and I won’t get any information out of her. They did something to us I’m certain and I'm angry.”



“Go to bed Josh. We had too much to drink like Bliss told you. Maybe you’ll remember more in the morning. I’m tired so get a good night’s rest. I’ll see you when I wake up.”



Joshua said nothing knowing his brother suffered from fatigue and disorientation. He couldn’t think straight. He didn’t want to hang around the place given the circumstances. In the morning, he’d leave. The time to act had to be now and he’d heard enough to notice the secrecy and didn’t trust Bliss. The idea of talking his brother into leaving with him, he dismissed. Marcus was too attracted to Bliss. The best option would be to come back with friends and do some detective work. He had never been prone to conspiracy theories, but the circumstances in this case might be different. Everyone he worked with had told him many times how well grounded he’d become. Right now he would keep his suspicions hidden. Joshua had a reputation as a sensitive and his intuitiveness sharp. This time he knew he had to act even if Marcus wouldn’t listen. His sojourn into the area of paranormal investigation, a hobby, might turn into something more. His brother, the skeptic, would be upset if he knew his intent but he didn’t propose telling him. He planned to leave before Marcus could question him and return with his crew.





CHAPTER FOUR



Joshua woke up early leaving Marcus a note and hitched a ride to the train station and left. He said he had to make a stop in New York City to see an old friend and would fly home from there. Marcus grumbled to himself not happy about Joshua’s impulsiveness. He was notorious for picking up and leaving without a moment’s notice. He’d live with it but he didn’t have to like his departure so abruptly.



Marcus had decided to stay for at least two months. Nothing stood in his way. They told him at the front desk he could have the room as long as he needed much to his surprise. Plans started forming in his mind. The top of the list getting to know more locals and pick their brains for regional stories, gossip and legends. They were always abundant in small backwater towns.



The building of the addition to the greenhouse now underway nagged at Marcus and he wanted to take a look. The climate continued to be nippy but no snow on the ground yet. He needed to go into town and get a heavier jacket and other apparel for the cold weather. The realization he hadn’t prepared well for the chill abundantly clear.



“Why did your brother leave without notice?”



Marcus no longer jumped when Bliss snuck up on him. He had built up a tolerance to the way she suddenly appeared from behind. Regardless, he would say nothing even though annoyed.



“I’d like to say I know but I don’t. He left to meet some of his friends. He'll be back soon with a number of people. I’m a loner but my brother likes to party and get himself involved in anything he finds intriguing. Ghost hunting would be on the top of his list. The idea this place or some other in this region might be haunted may have struck a chord with him. I suspect he took off for reinforcements, namely his crew who work with him on investigations. Of course, it could be the call of a woman. I never know where Josh is concerned. My brother is brilliant but goes on tangents.” Marcus raised his head to peer into her eyes.



“Yes, I noticed. He’s a charming, outgoing young man. We have plenty of room at the moment. There’s no problem accommodating anyone he might want to bring to the inn. Your brother is a very enigmatic man from what I can tell. Not to change the subject, but would you like to go with me to see the progress on the greenhouse? I’d like your input and suggestions on the layout.”



“I’m flattered you have confidence in me. Whether I can help you in any way is debatable but I’d be happy to take a try. I’ve wanted to see your newest greenhouse but I didn’t want to get in the way.”



“Pshaw, you’re more than welcome to go and take a look around. We can’t let all the guests inside. Certain plants we’re placing in a special area because they’re poisonous.”



“Why would you put poisonous plants in your greenhouse?”



“They’re not in the open. We have a gated room for them. I don’t know the extent of what is in the room, but Nora thought it was imperative for medicinal and pest control use. Some can kill if you even touch them without gloves and then the gloves have to be removed carefully so as not to touch the outside surface of one’s hands. I wasn’t in favor of having them in the greenhouse but Nora said it was imperative. She’s superstitious like a lot of people in these parts. I let her have her way.”



“Who is Nora?”



“Don’t you remember, you met her at the Harvest Festival? She’s Melinda’s sister, Nora Mackenzie. I thought you two hit it off. She’s a botanist and why she’s working in the greenhouse at the moment helping me set it up. The other is entirely her idea. The side room is kept locked at all times.”



“What type of plants is she studying?”



“I don’t know other than she mentioned deadly nightshade or you may know it as belladonna and wolfsbane, the latter able to kill on contact sometimes. They’re strictly for her use but I can assure you, she has no plans to poison anyone. I’m allowing her to do research for her Ph.D. thesis as long as her room is kept locked while she’s elsewhere. I’m not sure what her thesis entails but I promised she could have the place to do her work in exchange for her help with the new greenhouse.”



“Very curious but maybe she’s studying the use of them to cure illnesses. I’ve heard of research similar. The idea of using extracts from poisonous plants for making medications isn’t unknown.”



“You’re more than free to ask her about her project if you feel the need. We have no secrets as far as I’m concerned. She may not want to talk about her thesis project so don’t be offended if she declines.”



“Would she happen to be here today?”



“Why don’t we go inside the greenhouse and find out.”

A young lady stood in the back of the greenhouse. She turned around and Marcus sucked in his breath. He couldn’t get past her looks, but tried to hide his reaction from Bliss. Why didn’t he remember her? Any man would be dazzled by her beauty. She made Bliss look pale by comparison but who was comparing anyway. They both attracted men he suspected. He shook his head in disbelief feeling shallow by his thoughts.



“Good morning Marc. I hoped I’d see you again.”



“You have me at a disadvantage. Bliss told me your name before we came inside the greenhouse. I’m afraid I had too much to drink last night and remember almost nothing. I apologize for my lack of recall.”



Nora openly laughed and came over and took Marcus’ hand. “Don’t worry about it Marc. I’m not offended. We can get acquainted again. I think your memory will eventually come back to you. If not, we can make new memories.”



“I’m flattered you think so and I agree. Why don’t you tell me about your project? I’d be interested to hear about the work you’re doing.”



Bliss noticed the interaction going on between the two of them and realized she should leave. Work came first and she had a lot of chores to finish before lunch.



“I see you two are getting reacquainted. I’ll be off now. I have a lot I need to do this morning. Maybe I’ll see the two of you later if you decide to come into the inn for lunch.”



Before either of them could reply, Bliss turned and left the greenhouse.



“I wonder what’s upset her. She’s never abrupt or dismissive.”



It never crossed her mind Bliss had taken an interest in Marcus. Could there be any doubt after the way she left? Maybe distance would solve the issue, but they hit it off the night before. Why should she regret the obvious? She liked him.



“I didn’t notice any undue agitation. She runs a big establishment and it’s more likely she had a list of errands to complete. She does look tired. Maybe the need to rest outweighed the desire for perfect manners. I’m sure her pride got in the way of divulging her exhaustion.”



“Maybe, but it would be unusual for Bliss.”



Marcus was sure Bliss was jealous. Her demeanor changed as soon as Nora became familiar with him. Two women interested in him did a lot for his ego.



Nora took him into her plant room and began to explain her project. Her work inherently technical, it wasn’t long before Marcus got lost in the terminology. By the time she finished, he was ready to eat.



“Why don’t we go into the dining room and have some lunch Nora? I’m starved and can’t wait any longer. How about you, are you hungry?”



“Yes, my stomach is starting to alert me. Let me go into the adjoining restroom and wash my hands. I’ll be right back.”



Heads turned when Marcus came inside with Nora. Together they made a striking couple. Bliss was standing near the entry to the dining room with her back to them. When she turned hearing someone approach, it was evident she’d been crying.



“What’s wrong Bliss?”



“Come into the dining room the two of you. We have a table in the corner and I’ll sit with you and explain.”



A young woman seated them and left menus



“I’m sorry. Right now I’m a mess. I received a phone call from my mother’s doctor. She has cancer but it’s in an early stage. Hearing the word cancer petrified me. I’ve lost my dad and my husband. I’m not prepared to lose my mother too. I’m going to New York and bring her back to the inn. We have an excellent oncologist living in Willow’s Pointe and I’ve made arrangements for him to treat her. Mother’s manager can run her business until she gets better and she can check in through the net and phone. Everything is arranged but it all hit me at once and I started balling.”



“Is there anything I can do? I know we just met but I’d be more than happy to pitch in where you need help. Do you want me to go with you to New York? I’m free if you’d like me to tag along.”



“Would you? That would be outstanding. I can’t take anyone from here with me. Everyone is tied up with their own problems.”



Nora looked back and forth between them and wasn’t happy about the situation. She realized Marcus was a good man. Regardless of what happened on the trip, Bliss needed him. She’d stay in the background. After all, he had no commitment to either of them. They’d all just met.



“I have to finish some details and make a ticket reservation for Marc. You two have a good lunch. We have some new items on the menu. Lunch is on me.”



Bliss went upstairs to her room and made a phone call.



“Mother, you were right, it worked. I’ll see you in the next few days. Love you, bye.”



After lunch, Nora went back to the greenhouse and Marcus went upstairs to write. He finished a couple of chapters and decided to take a nap. Joshua hadn’t retuned but his brother was so unpredictable he might blow in while they were in New York City.



The knock on the door stirred him out of his daydreams. When he went to see who was rapping on his door, he found Bliss standing in the hallway.



“Come inside. What brings you to my room?”



“I wanted to tell you how happy I am you’re going with me to get my mother. I needed a man traveling along for safety’s sake. I never thought of you. We barely know each other. I’m so appreciative. Your reservation is booked with the airlines. Marc, please pack tonight. We have to drive out of town to go to the nearest airport. I’ll have your car put in our garage. Our flight leaves at eleven in the morning. Does that work for you?”



“Yes, the time is fine. When do you want to leave from here?”



“I’ll have breakfast ready for us downstairs by eight in the morning. We need to leave directly after we finish eating.”

“I’ll be ready.”



“Monty will take your bag downstairs just before eight and put it in the van. He’ll be driving us to the airport. I have someone arranged to stand in for him while he’s gone. The place runs itself because everyone knows their job. I’m confident all will go well. We’ll be back with my mother day after tomorrow. Thank you again.”



Bliss leaned over and kissed him, turned and left the room before Marcus could say anything in return. He hadn’t expected a kiss which missed his cheek. She laid one on him and he stood grinning. Hopefully he hadn’t gotten himself into a bad situation because he still wanted to see Nora.



Marcus took one of his bags, a carry-on, from the closet shelf. He wouldn’t need much for an overnight trip. Packing went quickly and he put his bag near the door along with his heavy coat, gloves and scarf. Organization was one of his talents and he made a checklist before he started. When Monty came for his bags in the morning, he wouldn’t be running around handing him things he’d forgotten. A smaller bag would be ideal for personal belongings he wanted with him. Going through check-in could be tedious and something he detested. As usual, he resigned himself for the search. Some items he would get at the airport when he landed in New York. Traveling had become commonplace for him and he loved meeting new people. He was expert in all the ins and outs of flying on the East coast. The current trip had been different. He’d taken the train east to bring his car with him and once at his final stop drove the rest of the way into New Hampshire.



Marcus ordered dinner brought to his room, showered and went to bed by nine. The slated time to be ready the deciding factor he needed for him to retire at a reasonable hour.



His alarm kept going off and he sat up in bed rubbing his eyes. He stretched, yawned and got out of bed. His clothing laid out the night before enabled him to get dressed quickly. Monty arrived happy he could snag his bag and go. Marcus took everything except his outerwear and headed downstairs for breakfast. Bliss waited by the entry to the dining room. Not long afterward with everything in tow, they sped down the highway.



“We’re almost at the airport Marcus. The flight isn’t long. You can sleep on the way if you want. I bought first-class tickets.”



“I would have been fine in coach. You didn’t need to buy such expensive tickets.”



“Yes, I did. You did me a favor coming along with me to get my mother. I can care for her at the inn easily. I have people who will help around the clock if she should need assistance. I know my mother will warm up to you right away. She likes handsome men.”



“Thanks for the compliment but I’m happy to help out. It’ll give me time to think about the next chapter of my novel. I’ve been stuck for awhile.”



“I’m sure you’ll figure it out Marc. I’ve read some of your books and you’re a talented author.”



“Hmmm, I thought you hadn’t read my books or even heard of me as a writer



“I might have led you to believe something untrue but I didn’t say I hadn’t read any of your novels. You have to understand I work with the public and because of the proximity I don’t like to make people feel embarrassed or uncomfortable. My intuition told me not to mention the fact.”



“Thank you Bliss, but I’m not thin skinned. I’m going to snooze for awhile. Our flight is around four and a half hours long. When they ask if we want to buy lunch, wake me up. This time I’m paying. The food is tolerable on this airline. I’m going to eat before we land and I hope you’ll join me.



“Yes, of course I will. I’m going to alert the flight attendant and tell her to wake you in case we’re both sleeping when they start taking the orders. I’m still tired myself.”



Marcus closed his eyes and went to sleep. He started dreaming and his dream was about Nora.





CHAPTER FIVE



Marcus woke up with a start to the sound of the Captain saying they were about to land. He looked up and the seat belt light flashed. They requested all seats be put in an upright position. What happened to lunch he wondered?

Bliss had been sleeping too and roused as well. She put up her seat and attached her belt, rubbing her eyes for a few seconds disoriented by the sudden request to buckle up.



“I just realized Marcus, I fell asleep before alerting the flight attendant we wanted to be served lunch. If you don’t mind eating in the airport we can have something before we take a taxi to my mother’s apartment. She has a penthouse in Manhattan only a few minutes from here.”



“Seems I’m fine and my stomach isn’t growling which is one up for me. I have no problem eating at the airport before we go to your mother’s apartment. If it’s hot and appetizing, I’m fine.”



“I’m relieved and glad you’re not a picky eater. We only have our carry-on luggage to worry about so it should be a cinch to eat and go. I can’t tell you how happy I am I don’t have to go down to baggage.”



“I second that. They’re saying we can take off our seat belts and exit the plane. I’m afraid my stomach has started to object to the lack of food. I was betrayed.”



Bliss looked at him, shook her head and started to laugh.



“I’m sorry I’m not familiar with the food served inside LaGuardia. We’ll have to walk around and see what we find.”



When both of them came into the main terminal, the crowds were overwhelming. They flew on a domestic flight and had no other choice; this particular airport closest in mileage to Manhattan where her mother lived. She dreaded having to tell Marcus they would have to wait to eat.



Bliss turned to Marcus about to speak. He cut her off. “I know what you’re going to say and I agree. Let’s get a taxi and go somewhere else to eat. I’m with you.”



“Great, there’s a whole line of taxis. Why don’t we see if we can get one and leave this crowded, antiquated airport?”



Bliss remembered a good restaurant close to where her mother lived. They could drop off their luggage and walk from there.



“Thank the stars my mother was sleeping when we went up to her penthouse. We would’ve never gotten out of there this fast.”



Marcus looked up from his food and smiled, charmed by her old-fashioned phrases. He didn’t miss a beat and continued to eat. Bliss smiled in return knowing he had waited a long while to get something in his gut. She would delay further conversation until Marcus finished even though he voraciously scarfed it down regardless. Bliss noticed his unusual eating habits. She had to admit a long time had gone by since they had breakfast. This man had a healthy appetite. She’d make note of it.



“I liked the cuisine of the restaurant. Good choice Bliss.”



“I’m glad but it was my mother’s choice and I merely remembered. She took me there the first time.”



“Are you and your mother close?”



“Com si com sa I guess.”



“Interesting, I wouldn’t have used those words concerning my parents. My mother least of all, but I guess it would have been apropos. We’re almost back to your mother’s building. Maybe she’ll be awake this time.”



Bliss knocked on her mother’s door and the maid came to answer.



“You’ve returned Miss Bliss. Did the two of you enjoy yourselves at Delfinicos?”



Marcus nodded in reply.



Bliss had explained her mother had a personal maid who also did minor cleaning. She was tidy person and had a cleaning service come in once a week and Laura did the rest. Calvin, her cook, arrived every morning and left around nine in the evening. Laura had a room off the kitchen. She lived-in every day except her day off on Sunday. She came back on Monday morning. Her husband traveled and they had no children so the job suited her. She’d be coming with her mother when they returned to Willow’s Pointe. Her husband would be out of the country for at least three months. They didn’t feel right leaving her behind and her mother didn’t want to dismiss her.



A stunning woman sat by the fire. She turned and said,“I was wondering when you would return.” She rose and walked over to Marcus and held out her hand. “I’m Barbara Balfour. It’s lovely to meet you Mr. MacEwen.”



“Please don’t tell me you’ve heard all about me. My cheeks will turn pink and then what will you think of me?”



Marcus grinned and took her outstretched hand.



“He’s cheeky-one Bliss. You didn’t mention this to me.”



“Well…”



“Not her area of expertise. We’ve only known each other a few days.”



“Is this true Bliss? You’ve only known Marcus a few days and you brought him here with you?”



“Yes, it’s true but I trust him.”



“She gleaned it from my novels. Call me Marc please. I like the less formal name.”



“Ah, then you’re a writer.”



“Sometimes and smartass I guess the rest of the time.”



Now that she was so close to him Marcus recognized her youthful appearance and allure. She could rival Bliss and hardly looked any older. He chalked it off to the cosmetic surgeon. All the wealthier women took Botox injections and who knew what. He supposed she wasn’t any different. Mother or not the woman stood out. Being a sap for brunettes had put him into some difficult situations he tried to forget. Barbara had violet eyes like her daughter although she had blond hair. Maybe the hair color came from a bottle.



“Excuse me you two, I’m still here in the room.” Bliss started to laugh breaking the ice.



“Really, I hadn’t noticed.”



Marcus looked into her mother’s eyes, smiled and winked. Bliss noticed everything going on and wasn’t pleased but refrained from showing her feelings. It would only encourage her mother.



“What’s your schedule mother? I had planned to leave with you tomorrow afternoon. Definitely no later than the day after if Marc has no objections to stay one more night.”



“I have tickets to a new Broadway show. I want to attend this evening and I hoped the two of you would come along. Laura will have time to drive home and pack for the trip. She keeps some of her personal clothing here but not much since she goes home once a week. She’ll return in the morning.”



“Mother, we didn’t plan to see Broadway shows but if you insist, fine, we’ll go. You’ll have to provide me with a dress and accessories. How about you Marc? I’m pretty sure you didn’t bring a sport coat or anything else for going out.”



“No but I can buy one. I’ve been meaning to get some other clothing. Is there any place I could go close by?”

“Yes, as a matter of fact. You can take my car. Do you know Manhattan?”



“Not exactly where you live but I can get around. My preference is to call a taxi instead. I know how cars get pinched everywhere in New York. I’d rather not be responsible for one that doesn’t belong to me.”



“All right no one will force you to drive. I’ll call a taxi for you. They should be here in about fifteen minutes. You know of course, no one dresses up unless it is an opening. People wear nice jeans to these shows.”



“I understand but jeans isn’t my idea of something to wear for this occasion if you don’t mind.”



Barbara laughed at his impertinence and let it slide.



“Now Marc has gone what’s up with the show?”



“I’ve been told that it’s necessary to seal him for all the reasons you already know. We can accomplish the task while he is watching the show. Everyone will be attending and he’ll never know.”



“Fine mother but you aren’t to do anything to hurt Marc. Is that understood?”



“Bliss, are you in love with Marcus? We do this every five years and I’ve never seen this reaction from you. It’s your duty to complete the bond and you know it. Any waver from the law will cause calamity. We play this charade of mother and daughter but it’s not going to last forever. I will move on and you’ll step into my place and someone into yours. Enough, let’s find something for you to wear tonight. I don’t want Laura to over hear what we’re saying. She has her ears everywhere. One more thing I need to tell you, someone will be escorting me tonight. His name is Christian Panados. We’ll be going in his limousine. You must be ready by seven. He’ll come up here first. Introductions will be made prior to leaving.”



“Is this who I think it is mother?”



“Yes, in the flesh. He’s very witty. You’ll like him I have no doubt.”



“Is there anything else I should know? Anything you’ve planned without running it by me first? You know, we can only expect Marc to be flexible for so long. This is enough, you hear me. Day after tomorrow we leave for Willow’s Pointe and we’ll leave early. Please make the reservations mother.”



“Don’t worry Bliss. I took care of all the arrangements before you left Willow’s Pointe. Relax, Marc will accept everything. He’s an easygoing person and won’t complain. I’ll set an area up where he can write for awhile tomorrow. He’ll be happy and uninterested in anything else.”



“Your approach is questionable at times. Whatever works is fine with me. Let’s go see what you have in your closet.”



Two hours later Marcus returned with clothing in hand. He slipped into his room and took everything out of its plastic covering. He tossed his other parcels on the bed before they dropped on the floor. His hands had been overloaded. Marcus pulled a shirt, new shoes and other accessories out of the bags and laid them out. The first thing on his mind to locate the girls. Most likely rummaging through Barbara’s closet he thought or at the very least getting ready to go out. He wondered about dinner, a question he needed answered. He left his room and went to look for Bliss.



Marcus came out of the hallway in a hurry and ran into Laura. She laughed and stopped to see if he needed help.



“Please excuse me, Laura. I’m in a rush because I assumed we’d need to leave around seven. Some Broadway shows start at eight and a few earlier but I suspect it will be eight tonight. I wondered if dinner would be served here.”



“The cook is preparing dinner. I’d get ready except for dressing. There should be a robe in your closet if you didn’t bring one. We’ll be serving dinner in thirty minutes in the dining room. You enter through the door over there. Dinner should only take a half hour. It will be no frills tonight. There should be more than enough time for you to dress afterward.”



“Thanks for the information. I guess I’d better get ready.”



Marcus turned and went back to his room. He had his own bathroom. Showering and finishing up should take him no more than twenty minutes. He looked in the closet and sure enough there was a robe and a pair of slippers inside.



“I see you found what I left you in your bedroom closet. Have a seat and Laura will bring out our food. Tonight there will be no long courses. We’ll of have soup, an entrée, salad and then dessert. If there is enough time we can have some coffee in the living room before we leave.”



Marcus smiled at Barbara in acknowledgement as Laura came in with their soup.



Dinner had been more than expected. He wondered what an average evening meal included but put his thoughts aside to hurry and dress. They told him at dinner they’d be going to see a hit production called The Jersey Boys. The show was unfamiliar to him but a musical. He’d only been to one stage performance in the past when he and his brother traveled to New York with their parents at about fifteen years-old.



When Marcus entered the living room again an unfamiliar man sat talking to Bliss and her mother by the fireplace.

“Here he is.” Barbara motioned for him to sit down with them by the fire, the night forecast frigid. Fortunately he’d purchased a heavy overcoat.



“Marc, I’d like you to meet Christian Panados, he’ll be going with us to see the show. His limousine is downstairs. We have time for coffee but afterward we must leave.”



Christian stood up and shook hands with Marcus and sat back down. Marcus sat down next to Bliss.



“I must say you two ladies look bewitching.”



The other three exchanged glances and smile.



“Thank you, but you flatter me Marc.”



Barbara smiled and said they had to go. The ride would be unpredictable and could take thirty minutes to an hour depending on traffic. The limousine was waiting out front. Christian hadn’t said much since they met. They studied Marcus closely, not one but all three. The action was blatant and disturbed him. The ride took forty minutes to their destination. They got out in front of the theater and the limousine driver left.



“Oh, I didn’t realize this was the life and experiences of the Four Seasons. I’m going to enjoy the musical for sure.”

“Everyone has been raving over the show Marc. We were lucky my mother could get tickets but she has had them for awhile and why she wanted to attend tonight. Her profession enabled her to snag them.”



The performance, everything he had expected. Marcus found himself humming one of the songs as they left the theater. They decided to go to a nearby restaurant for a late bite. He had an eerie hunch something happened at intermission but even though he strained to remember, nothing surfaced. Christian remained quiet the whole evening. Maybe he would open up when they sat down to eat.



“Glad you mentioned this place to Barbara, a very good choice. The food selection is incredible.”



“We haven’t gotten to talk much since we were introduced Mr. Panados. I didn’t catch what you do for a living? You know all about me but I know nothing about you.”



“I’m a playwright and sometimes director or critic of Broadway and off Broadway shows; the latter more often than not. The production I was working on just closed after a one year run. Now I’m on my leisure and enjoying it immensely. I’m working on another play at the moment but it’s not finished. I hope that answered all your lingering questions.”



“Yes, thank you.” He didn’t want to lie because he had a few left but something about the man caused him to stifle his questioning.



“I take it you’re wondering how I met Mr. Panados? I was visiting a friend, another playwright, in his office personally bringing him information about what my company could provide. He was interested for the play he had set to open. Chris burst into the office without knocking upset by one of the actors. I laughed and he relaxed and realized he’d over-reacted. We went to dinner after the rehearsal finished. I found out I knew his wife before she passed even though Chris and I had never met. The fact of the mutual history being part of the reason we became friends."



Marc had been scrutinizing Mr. Panados. He couldn’t guess his age. He looked ageless like Bliss and her mother. He shivered because he realized they all gave him the creeps in an odd way, yet fascinated him. The idea he was some sort of guinea pig played in his mind. He sloughed off his strange thoughts as nothing more than imagination. Joshua had told him many times he had a colorful inner life.





CHAPTER SIX



Marc and Bliss managed to get Barbara on the plane and back to the inn. Barbara was spoiled and let them know from the beginning. She wouldn’t put up with anything less than pampering. Laura said nothing but seemed to find their reaction comical. They arrived Friday afternoon and Mr. Panados would follow on Saturday. He planned to spend a week at the inn. Marcus reconciled the fact he couldn’t change the circumstance but thought maybe Christian would unwind once he reached Willow’s Pointe. The town had an ambience of its own and thought maybe he wouldn’t be as intense after a couple of days.



The first thing on his mind, the greenhouse. He wanted to see if Nora happened to be working on her project. Inside, everything was quiet. He kept walking to the back where her workroom had been located. There was nothing to be seen. He thought maybe his memory loss the problem. After all, he had only been in the greenhouse a few times. He looked around for awhile but couldn’t find the back room where Nora usually worked. What happened after he left? Once back inside the inn Marcus was sure Bliss would have the answer.



“Are you looking for me?”



“Yes, Bliss. I went out to the greenhouse to see if Nora was working today and I couldn’t find the room where she keeps all her plants. She was nowhere in sight.”



“I’m afraid I don’t know who you’re talking about Marc.”



“I don’t understand. You introduced me to her. She took care of the plants in the greenhouse and working on her PhD. project in a room in the back. I spent two days with her in and out of that room and around the grounds of the inn. How can you say you don’t know who I’m talking about? You saw me with her.”



“I don’t know what you’re talking about or who Nora might be you mentioned. Follow me. Let’s go to the greenhouse and I’ll help you look for her. I can assure you there’s no one by that name tending the plants.”



Marcus followed Bliss to the greenhouse. They went inside and she walked ahead of him and veered to the left out of view. He could hear her talking to someone but couldn’t make out the conversation. Bliss came back with a young man following behind.



“Marc, I’d like you to meet Douglas Payne. He’s in charge of the greenhouses and although his crew is small, he’s never had an employee working here named Nora and I don’t know anyone by that name either.”



“I don’t understand. She’s a MacKenzie sister taking care of the plants in exchange for having a place to work on her PhD. project. Nora was a botanist related to the MacKenzie family who hosted the festival a week ago.”

“What festival Marc? We had no festival around here a week ago and none of the MacKenzie sisters go by the first name of Nora.”



“I suppose you never met my brother, Joshua either?”



“As a matter of fact, no I haven’t. You told me he would be arriving soon bringing friends. Don’t you remember asking me if there would be enough open rooms to accommodate him and the three or four people he would be bringing with him?”



Marc’s face started to turn red. He was angry, very angry and barely speaking above a whisper. Bliss followed him to the front desk where a young lady was checking someone in.



“Where’s Monty?”



“Marc, what’s wrong with you? We have no Monty working at the inn either. That’s Linda Drummond and she’s been working at our reservation desk since we opened our doors.”



“Hello Mr. MacEwen.” Linda had finished her check-in and noticed him standing nearby with Bliss. “I hope your trip went well sir.”



“Yes, everything was great.” Marc didn’t know what to think or say. Clearly this woman knew him.



“I don’t understand what’s happened and at the moment I don’t care. I’m going to my room. If you’ll excuse me I’ll see you later.”



He walked away leaving Bliss shocked and bewildered. She turned and left heading in the other direction.



When Marc got to his room he sat down at his desk and opened his laptop. He needed to write down everything he had experienced from day one, afraid something had happened to his memory. The how and why of it he didn’t know but the way things were going he wouldn’t be taking any chances.



The sound rose louder and louder. He couldn’t figure out where it originated but the sound pounded in his ears. He took his laptop and hid it in a place he’d discovered in the closet. One never sufficient, he always brought at least two of them with him and the story he started on only one of them. Usually he backed-up his writing but so much had happened he forgot. The magnitude was increasing and it was all around him. He grew dizzy and passed out on the floor.



“We have him immobilized. What do you want me to do mother?”



“You know what to do Bliss. We’ve done this time and again over the years. You must not fall in love with him, not now. We’re not ready yet and won’t be for weeks. Now get on with it please.”



Marcus woke up on his bed. He had a strange feeling something meaningful had just happened to him but he didn’t know what. He decided he must have been exhausted after the trip and fallen asleep. His laptop still on the desk where he’d left it. Rubbing his eyes he heard his stomach growl. Much to his surprise he’d missed dinner. He looked at the clock and didn’t know where all the time had gone. How could he have slept so many hours? They must be serving breakfast by this time because it was Saturday morning.



The shower felt invigorating waking him up out of his fog. He strained to remember what had happened the night before but nothing surfaced. Regardless, he couldn’t ignore his hunger, got dressed and headed downstairs.

Bliss was standing by the front desk talking to Linda. She looked up and smiled.



“There you are sleepy head. Christian just arrived and we are planning on having breakfast together. My mother and Laura should be coming downstairs any moment. Would you like to join us?”



“Sure, I’d love to.”



“Here’s mother, I’ll go arrange for a table for us in the sunroom. Wait here with her.”



“Fine, I’m not going anywhere.”



Marc turned and greeted Barbara. She was as gushy as usual. Christian came down the stairs behind them.

“Nice to see you again Marc. Bliss has done a wonderful job refurbishing this place don’t you think?”



“Yes she has. Is this your first visit to the inn?”



“Indeed it is and I look forward to spending time with all of you. I’m excited to finally get to visit. I’m usually tied up with some show or finishing a screen play and it goes on and on. I made time to be here.”



Marc wondered what had happened to the Christian he’d met in Manhattan. Somehow he had become transformed and animated. He looked forward to getting to know him more intimately.



When they had finished breakfast Christian suggested they go for a drive.



“You look pale Marc I think getting out might do you some good. The fresh air in New Hampshire is exhilarating and the scenery is extraordinary.”



“Do you have some place in mind Bliss?”



“Yes I do. Why don’t we go to the Octoberfest celebration in Havenhurst? The drive is spectacular and it’s only about forty miles from here.”



“Sure sounds like fun. I’ll get my heavy coat and gloves and take my cell so I snap photos. I’m also waiting for my brother to call so I don’t want to go without it.”



“Why don’t we all get what we need and meet back downstairs in about ten minutes?”



“That’ll work for me Christian.” Marc left hurrying up the stairs.”



They all looked at each other and smiled.



When Marc got to his room he found a text message on his phone from Joshua. He would be arriving the next day with three friends and asked that Marcus make two reservations for doubles.



“Have you been waiting for me long Bliss?”



“Not at all. We got here a few seconds before you showed up.”



“Good, I hate being late. My brother will be arriving tomorrow. I need to put in a reservation for two double rooms for him and his three friends before we leave.”



A look passed between them they all tried to hide. He noticed all the same. The irony didn’t elude him. He could have just stepped out of one of his novels. Everything would unravel once Joshua and his friends arrived.

“I’ll only be a minute. I need to talk to Linda before we leave. Marcus walked over to the front desk and began talking to her. She nodded her head and he gave her his credit card to hold the rooms until Joshua could check-in.”

“I’m done. We can leave if everyone is ready.” Marcus went out the door and stood on the porch waiting.



“We can’t let…”



“Shush mother, we’ll deal with this later and we can let. Everything is set in motion. Many months are ahead before we need to worry about anything. Be calm, all of you and enjoy yourselves today. Our agenda will play out just as we have planned. It always does. Follow Christian’s lead.”



They joined Marcus on the porch. Someone he didn’t recognize pulled up in front in the company van.



“I’ll drive.”



“You don’t know the area Christian.”



“What difference does it make? I can follow turn right, turn left directions Bliss.”



“Have your own way Chris, you always do.” Blair laughed while everyone got into the van.



“Yes I do and proud to gloat.” He smirked and drove down the driveway. “Left or right Bliss?”



“Don’t you know?”



“Are you going to be difficult today?”



“Who me? I wouldn’t think of it. Turn right.”



Marcus sat back in his seat calmed by the humor between Christian and Bliss. He dozed off and woke to someone shaking him and telling him they had arrived at their destination.



“What, what, what happened?”



Laura started to laugh. “You must be suffering from jet lag. You slept all the way to Havenhurst.”



“Wow, I’ve never fallen asleep this often. I didn’t think I was still tired.”



Marcus got out of the van taking his coat with him. He had stuffed everything else in the pockets before they left. They were all looking at him the same way they did at the inn. The peculiar looks were beginning to baffle him but he would ignore them and try to have a good time.



Bliss put her arm through his and smiled.



“Why don’t we check out the vendors? They always have a lot of arts and crafts for sale and on display. The food is wonderful, mouthwatering German sausages.”



“Did you mention food Bliss? I’m up for food.”



“I’m sure you are. Everywhere we go with you, food is your first thought. Marc said his brother was the food hound but you fit the description as well.”



“Maybe but as you can see, I don’t gain weight.”



“Are you trying to tell me something?” Bliss looked exasperated by what he was saying.



“Of course not. You misunderstood Bliss. I’m sorry if you thought I directed the comment toward you. It wasn’t my intent.”



Barbara and Laura were following close behind laughing at their exchange and Marcus was shaking his head but grinning.



“Do you and Chris know each other well Barbara?”



“You noticed Marc?” Laura spoke without thinking and looked to see if her employer noticed.



“Yes, it’s only obvious.”



“Bliss use to date him before she met Ron and got married.”



“A long time ago, Marc.” Christian responded before anyone else could answer. Aware Bliss said nothing.



“You’ve forgotten already Bliss?” he continued. “I’m crushed.”



They all looked at each other and laughed. Marcus had relaxed dismissing his earlier suspicions.



Christian took off at the first sign of food and everyone followed. Marc loved the sausages and spent the rest of the day following Christian around like everyone else. Concessionaires started to close their displays when Marcus noticed someone he thought he recognized. He walked over to a young woman and put his hand on her shoulder. She turned around and looked puzzled.



“Nora, I didn’t think I was going to see you again.”



“I think you’ve mistaken me for someone else.”



“You aren’t Nora MacKenzie?”



“Why no, my name is Emma MacKenzie. You got the last name correct but I’ve never heard of anyone with the first name Nora and my last name in this area.”



“I’m sorry, my mistake but I could have sworn I know you. You are the image of Nora. Are you part of the MacKenzie family living near Willow’s Pointe?”



“Yes, but how did you know?”



“Word gets around in town.”



“I’m well aware of the gossip about our family. I’m sorry you’re disappointed but there’s no one in our immediate family with the name Nora.”



“I see you sell plants and pottery. Do you make the pottery yourself?”



“I do, but I’m a botanist by trade. I enjoy coming to the fest and displaying my pottery, which is a hobby for me.”



“Wow, how uncanny.”



“What do you mean?”



“Oh never mind, it’s nothing. I’m sorry I should have introduced myself. My name is Marcus MacEwen and I’m staying at Willow’s Pointe Inn.”



Bliss walked up beside Marcus smiling. “I see you’ve met Emma MacKenzie our resident botanist. She helps out when my plants get blight or any other malady.”



“True, but not often. You hired a good person to take care of your greenhouses and he keeps your plants healthy. Nice to see you Bliss and to meet you Mr. MacEwen. I’m afraid I have to be leaving. I have an appointment elsewhere.”



“Who was she?”



“Christian you don’t miss a beat when a beautiful young woman is around. She’s Emma MacKenzie.”



Christian grinned at her comment and bowed. “Ah, this must be the illustrious family you’ve mentioned to me, the mysterious ones that live out past the notorious swamp of yours.”



“Your memory is remarkable Christian. I guess you were listening when I told you about them.”



Christian grinned but changed the subject.



“I think it’s about time we were leaving too. The sun is going down and I’ll let you drive back Bliss. I’m not fond of driving after dark.”



“Don’t worry Christian. I’ll protect you. Besides, there’s a full moon tonight.”



“Well that makes all the difference doesn’t it?”



“Keep it up Christian and you can walk back to the inn.”



“Eww, you’ve grown spunky now you’re older. I’m shaking at the thought of your threats.”



“Stop it this minute both of you.”



“Barbara, come now. Don’t spoil all our fun.”



“You’re such a heathen Christian.”



“You already knew Barbara. Why does it come as a surprise now? I’ll be good, at least for a little while.”



Christian leaned back in his seat and remained quiet all the way back to the inn. Marcus assumed he was up to something; a prank.



Bliss pulled up in front of the inn and Marcus got out. He leaned inside and told them he wanted to see if he could get the kitchen staff to make him something. He was hungry since they had eaten at the fest. He turned and left everyone outside astonished by his sudden departure. Marcus had enough of Christian’s clever repartee. He knew he would do something outrageous and he didn’t want to be apart of his tomfoolery.



The kitchen staff told him they’d fix him an omelet and sides and bring it to his room. He looked tired but he didn’t understand why he was so fatigued. They wondered if illness could be the problem but Marcus side-stepped the idea telling them he’d been walking around all day. He didn’t like to lie but he also didn’t want anyone fussing over him. Joshua would be there in the morning and he would delay any ideas of being sick until such time his brother arrived.



Marcus opened his door when he heard a knock. One of the girls from the kitchen had a cart with his food. She wheeled it inside and he gave her a tip.



“I haven’t seen Nora around lately. I thought the two of you were an item? Guess I was wrong.”



“You know Nora? What’s your name miss?”



“My name is Avery and yes, Nora and I went to school together.”



“I was told Nora doesn’t exist. I made her up in my imagination.”



“I’m afraid she’s very real sir.”



“Who’s Emma MacKenzie?”



“I don’t know. I’ve never heard of her.”



“What the hell is going on?”



“I’m afraid I don’t know Mr. MacEwen. I love my job at the inn so I don’t want to get involved in whatever you are claiming. Please don’t tell Miss Bliss I mentioned Nora.”



“Why shouldn’t I tell her you confirmed she exists to me?”



“Obviously there is a reason you’re being told she isn’t real. I don’t know the reason and I don’t care to know. I don’t want to lose my job because I meddled into guest affairs. I’m sorry but I need to get back to the kitchen.”



“All right I can see you’re scared. I won’t mention our talk to anyone. It’s between the two of us.”



“Thanks Mr. MacEwen. I appreciate your kindness.”



“Goodnight Avery.” Marcus closed the door. He realized from Avery’s reaction she was afraid of Bliss but what he didn’t understand was why. What the hell was going on? He didn’t use profanity much but it was due time.





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