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Prue was sore all over. Her thighs felt like stiff wood, her back pulsed with an ache that started at the base of her spine and ended at the top of her head; her feet, now tanned a dark brown from the Australian sun, pointed in exhausted directions, flopped over on either side of her worn out body that lay limp on the rattan couch. She couldn’t remember being so happy.
The ceiling fan whirred above her as she lay and reviewed her future plans in her mind again and again. It meant leaving this place where she’d been so happy for months. It meant living in a way she’d not had to in decades–without any luxuries or comforts of a life propped up by affluence and influence.
Olivia, Mara’s horse trainer, had offered her a job. A real job. Across the globe in western Canada helping her on her farm. It wouldn’t be much but she’d have a room and she’d get to spend each day with horses and more importantly, be of service, of use to people where she knew she could make a difference.
She watched the fan turn and wondered, had this been the whole point? All of this so she could end up cleaning out a barn? She laughed out loud then and it seemed much louder out of her mouth than it had in her mind. She sat and looked around to see if anyone had heard her. She looked out the window and squinted past the shadow of the deck to the enclosure. No one around.
She ought to get dinner started at least she told herself and heaved with great effort off the couch. So far she had been relegated to mostly salad duty as Mara believed her years of getting five star service had impaired her ability to provide edible food. She smiled to herself, and wandered into the kitchen to pull together a simple dinner for her, Olivia and Mara.
She had become aware, only in the past few days, that her heart had lost its usual heaviness. She hummed gently and as she absently chopped carrots and felt the sensation of seeing clearly ahead and knowing, for the first time in years, it was the right vista and not the intermediary one. It wasn’t a replacement or stopover or and halfway measure. It was, at last, a resolution. A long-awaited love. Her self.
“Hello? I’m Prue Everett, I’m supposed to be coming out to the farm?” Prue repeated, getting anxious as the person on the other end seemed to have no clue who she was.
“Prue? You are a veterinarian? A farm worker? Miss Olivia isn’t here ok?” The woman had a rolling, sweet Spanish accent but clearly couldn’t fully understand what Prue was saying.
“I’m supposed to come to the farm, to work with Olivia and the horses?”
“Everyone works with Olivia and the horses! Maybe you can come tomorrow. Olivia is at a sweat lodge tonight and I think it’s better I don’t have anyone coming tonight.”
Her tone sounded final. What would she do? Prue suddenly doubted everything. What was she thinking? She barely knew Olivia. “Well, can you please tell her when she is back that Prue Everett is in Victoria and to call me? I’ll be staying at the…” She thought frantically then remembered there was a Fairmont in Victoria.“…at the Fairmont Empress. She can call reception.”
“Oh, very nice, you are very lucky you know that? I’ve always wanted to stay there. It is very pretty on the outside with those coloured vines in the fall.”
Prue paused. She didn’t hear envy or sarcasm. The woman was completely genuinely happy for her. “Well, thank you, yes I’m sure it will be lovely but I’m really anxious to talk to Olivia. So, thank you for relaying that message as soon as possible to her.” “Okay Miss Prue, you have a good hotel night and we sort it all out okay tomorrow?” “Yes thanks, well goodbye then” Prue offered, feeling a tug of tears welling in her eyes as she hung up.
The last thing she wanted was to go back to square one and stay in a bloody hotel. She sighed and leaned back on the rental car’s headrest. She talked herself down from calling anyone for help and instead phoned the Fairmont Empress. One night wouldn’t ruin her new life and besides, it would be nice to have a long soak in one of their bathtubs after the barbarous plane trip from Australia. She made a mental note to never fly again. Economy is for the birds.
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