RV There Yet? (38 page)

Millie grabs her things in the other room and goes to the bathroom without saying a word. Lydia and I exchange a glance.

“Wonder what's wrong with her,” Lydia whispers.

“I don't know. She seemed excited out at the campfire.”

Lydia nods.

“I'm going to make some popcorn—you want some?”

“Sure,” Lydia says.

Grabbing a bag of popcorn out of the cupboard, I place it in the microwave. Next, Lydia joins me in gathering ice cubes from the freezer, and we plunk them into glasses for iced tea. Soon Millie joins us, and we settle at the table over bowls of popcorn.

“You all right, Millie?” I venture.

“Yeah. Just thinking about the library and all that I have to go back to. I'm not even sure I want to go back anymore.”

“What are you saying, Millie?” Lydia asks incredulously.

“I'm saying this trip has made me see I'm ready for a change.” She looks at our wide eyes. “Yes, Ms. Stability, Millie Carter, is ready for a change. I'd say it's about time after, what, thirty-five years? Same old job, same old life, day after day, night after night. Don't get me wrong. I'm not saying being a librarian is boring. It's been a great job for me, and I've loved it, but now I'm ready for a change.”

“But what will you do?” Lydia asks like a fretful mother.

“I don't know, but something different.”

“You're not doing something different just to escape the computers, are you, Millie? Because computers are everywhere these days,” I say.

“No, that's not it. I just want to think about what I really want to do and go for it. If I don't go after my dream now, it will never happen. I don't want to end up on my deathbed with regrets for the missed opportunities.”

I nod. “That's easy enough to understand,” I say, thinking about Steve and wondering where our friendship will lead.

“I don't want regrets either,” Lydia admits. “While I was in the woods, I asked God to take care of my boys, and then I thought of all the things I wished I'd done but instead let my fears keep me from experiencing them.”

“Such as?” I probe.

“Traveling, for one thing. Deep down inside, I love to travel, but my fears have held me steadfast at home. Don't get me wrong, I love to be home, but now that everyone is gone? Well, it's just not the same. I'm not ready to roll over and die.”

“That's right. My goodness, we talk as if we have only a few years left in us. Who knows what we've got? Why, there's a lady who comes into the library who is eighty-seven years old, and do you know what she did?” Millie asks.

We shake our heads.

“Just before I left for this trip, she came into the library to show me her new braces.”

“On her teeth?” I ask with disbelief.

“That's right.”

“Unbelievable,” Lydia says.

“It's the truth. She said she'd always wanted to have straight teeth, and she decided if she didn't do it now, she'd die with crooked teeth.” Millie laughs.

“Good grief, I'd be happy just to have my own teeth at eighty-seven.” Chewing on my popcorn, I'm thankful to have teeth.

We giggle together.

Just then my cell phone rings. “It's Rob,” I say, looking at Millie and Lydia. I click on the phone. “Hello?”

“DeDe, please talk to me,” I hear Rob plead.

“Rob, the only thing I have to say to you is that I want you to leave me alone. I've prayed about everything and finally got my life straightened out. I would advise you to do the same. Now please don't ever call me again.”

“But we were so good together. Are you sure that's the way you want it?” he asks.

“It's exactly the way I want it.”

“Okay, I get the picture. I'll miss you, precious. Bye.”

I click off and look at the worried expressions on Millie's and Lydia's faces. “Don't worry. It's okay. I've never felt better about anything in my life,” I say with a wide grin.

Only then do Millie and Lydia dare to breathe and talk excitedly about what the future may bring for us all.

“Funny how this trip has changed some things for us,” I say after we settle down.

“Isn't it, though? It will be interesting to see where we all end up,” Millie says.

“Only God knows,” I say. “Only God knows.”

Morning sunlight sprays across the forest leaves as we gather around the fire pit one last time to say good-bye. Millie clicks away on her camera, catching our candid shots, our smiles, our tears, our hugs. She steps aside when Eric approaches Lydia.

“It's been great to see you again, Lydia.” Genuine sincerity covers his face. It's easy to see Eric had hoped for more than friendship from Lydia, but it's just not there for her. Still, he seems happy to be friends.

“You too, Eric. And believe it or not, I actually enjoyed those jaunts on your bike,” she says with a laugh.

“You're more of a traveler than you think. You ought to consider the RVer's life. You just might enjoy yourself.” Eric winks and gives her a hug. “Take care of yourself, okay?”

“Okay.”

“And let's stay in touch. One can never have too many friends.”

“You're right, Eric. Thanks for everything.”

Beverly walks over to us. “So what are you going to do now that the camp is closing?” Millie asks.

“I'm not really sure. I'd like to travel, but, well, I'm not really keen on doing it alone,” Beverly says.

“Sounds like someone else I know,” I say. We all look at Lydia and laugh.

She smiles, then her face grows serious. Suddenly her eyes grow as wide as walnuts. “Beverly, what would you think about traveling with me?”

“What?”

We all look at Lydia as though she's lost her marbles.

“What's to stop us from traveling together? We can try it out, see how it goes. If it doesn't work out or we prefer to go back to our homes, no big deal. Nothing ventured, nothing gained.”

“Call the police. An alien life-form took over Lydia's body while she was in the woods,” I say.

Lydia smiles. “Well, why not? You guys are always telling me I shouldn't let my fears run my life. My family is gone; there is no better time to see a little bit of the country.”

“Now you're talking,” Millie says.

“That's a great idea,” I agree.

We all turn to Beverly. “I would love it! I don't have to work for the money. I have enough to get by, but I want to keep busy.” She claps her hands.

Before I hear any more of their plans, Steve approaches me and leads me a few paces away.

“Will you come with me for a minute?” he asks.

“Sure.”

The excited chatter of our friends fades to mere murmurs as Steve leads me away from the crowd to a secluded spot beneath a canopy of pines.

He faces me, taking my hands in his. “I know we've just gotten reacquainted, and we're merely friends, but I'm looking forward to whatever the Lord has in store for both of us, DeDe.”

Heat climbs my face, and I wonder if I'm going to have another hot flash.

“It's no accident that we met up again. Who knows where it might take us?” He holds up his hand. “But no pressure, I promise.”

“I'm glad we had this time to get together too,” I say, meaning it.

His eyes hold mine. “I'll miss you.”

His words, the look on his face, his eyes, stir an emotion inside me that I had thought forever gone. “I'll miss you too.”

He steps closer. His eyes search mine with such intensity, my knees start to buckle. Before I have a chance to fall, his arms reach around me and gently pull me to him. With his gaze fixed on mine, he lowers his head toward me until his lips touch mine with a sweetness that I've never known before.

By the time we pull apart, I feel as dazed as a seventeen-year-old after prom. Steve holds me in an embrace, and I surrender to the warmth of his strong arms around me. I think of Lydia's and Greg's initials carved on the camp entrance logs. This camp changed their lives, their future. Maybe it's doing the same for me.

It's obvious we don't want to say good-bye. Our little group lingers, no one wanting to be the first to leave. We still have a few hours before we take Waldo in for repair, so we continue to visit, hug, and laugh with the others.

Steve walks over to Millie, who is standing beside me. “You know, Millie, the guys and I were talking. This may be a little premature, but if we pull off buying this place, we're going to need someone to help us run it. They'll have to employ counselors, workers; there will be all kinds of things to do.”

“That's true. We have a little time before we have to worry about that. We can put an ad in the paper or something.” Millie's professional voice takes over.

Steve seems to consider this. “Still, it would be great if we could put someone in charge we have complete confidence in.”

“Yes, it would,” she agreed.

I'm wondering where he's going with this until I see the amusement in his eyes.

“You have anyone in mind?” Millie is completely clueless.

“Well, the boys and I talked it over, and what with Beverly deciding to travel, we thought you would be the perfect fit.”

Millie's jaw drops like the mouth of a nutcracker.

Steve holds up his hand. “Now, I know you've been at your job for years, and you probably don't want to give it up. I'm just asking that you think about it. I'll call you, and we can talk further if the sale goes through.”

“Will you have computers?”

I purse my lips to hold back a giggle.

Steve fingers his jawline. “Probably.”

Millie grimaces.

“But since you'd have a small office, they wouldn't be all that hard to learn,” he says. Millie looks away a minute, and Steve winks at me. “Well, I'll be in touch.” He pats her arm and walks away.

We lock eyes.

“What do you make of that?” Millie asks.

I smile. “This could be the very thing for you, Millie.”

She scans the area, seeming to take in every inch of the place. A look of excitement replaces the concern on her face. “You know, you're right.” A grin lights up her face. “It could very well be just the thing.”

Lydia walks up to join us. “So are you and Beverly going to become world travelers?” I ask.

“We are! Can you believe it? I'm going home, get things ready for travel, and she's going to fly to my place after we get the corporation set up and she ties up the loose ends.” Lydia flicks a pine needle from her shoulder. “We're going to try it for a month or two and see how it goes.”

“Any idea where you're headed?” I ask.

“We're going to think about it and discuss it once we get together.”

“When the weather turns cold, you could always come to Florida for a visit,” I say, flashing a grin.

Lydia brightens. “We just might take you up on that.”

We continue making the rounds, hugging others, saying our good-byes, until one by one we reluctantly head toward our vehicles to leave.

Steve comes over to me once more. “Hey, keep me posted on your business, okay?”

“Sure,” I say. “Thanks for your help on that.”

He grabs my hand, giving it a lingering squeeze. “I'll be in touch.”

I squeeze back. “I'll look forward to it.” One glance at Lydia and Millie, and embarrassment warms my cheeks.

“You girls stay out of trouble,” he says to Lydia and Millie.

“You're barking up the wrong tree,” Millie says, pointing to me.

His eyebrows rise. “Oh, that's right. Stay out of jail, DeDe.” He winks and grins.

“No promises.”

“No promises?” he asks as if there's a double meaning. His eyes hold mine, and my pulse stumbles.

“Hey, we're over here. I believe you were saying good-bye to us,” Millie says with an ornery glint in her eyes.

Lydia tries to hide her grin behind her hand. Now Steve turns red, and we all laugh.