Feather on the Moon by Phyllis A. Whitney

Author:Phyllis A. Whitney
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781504047005
Publisher: Open Road Media Romance
Published: 2017-08-08T04:00:00+00:00

10

I always lost my sense of direction when we drove through the outskirts of Victoria. Streets wound, and water cut in unexpectedly as the road crossed bridges and curled around inlets. The view often took in glimpses of the sea, with puffs of green islands floating on the surface. Whenever the clouds thinned, the long ranges of mountains on the mainland of the United States and Canada were visible.

I was beginning to discover that people in British Columbia thought in terms of north and south, rather than east and west. Ottawa was far away and hardly considered, while California and even Hawaii seemed close at hand.

Joel’s apartment was only a short drive. He lived in a two-floor stretch of condominium that overlooked an inlet at the back. Redwood siding and a gallery, with long boxes of geraniums, offered a pleasant contrast to higher apartment buildings nearby.

When Kirk had parked the car and opened the door for us, I was out first, and Alice followed. Letha sat for a moment talking to Kirk.

“I’ve been thinking about something,” she told him. “I would like you to come inside with us, if you will.”

“Of course, madam,” Kirk said, sounding like Dillow.

She let him help her from the car and then led the way to redwood stairs that mounted to the second level. Doors ran along the stretch of gallery, and she had her key ready when she came to Joel’s apartment.

The door opened into beige-carpeted quiet, and when it had closed behind us, I felt an immediate sense of peace and seclusion. Down the long living room, two picture windows met in a right angle—a V that extended out over greenery at the back. Alice ran directly to look down upon a narrow strip of lawn above the water.

“What a funny-looking tree!” she cried. “All its bark is coming off.”

Letha joined her at the windows. “That’s an arbutus. It grows along the U.S. Pacific coast, but only in a few areas of British Columbia. You can tell it by its reddish, peeling bark with green underneath, and by those glossy evergreen leaves.”

“It’s such a twisted tree,” Alice said. “Like out of a fairy-tale book. Could I have a piece of that bark?”

“Later we’ll get you some,” Letha promised. “Right now we have something to arrange, and you are going to help me.”

She pulled drapery folds across the two windows, dimming the room. Two chairs of light-colored wood, their seats covered with a leafy green print, were set in the triangle made by the windows. Letha sat down in one, crossing her knees so that the lavender skirt flowed into graceful folds, sphinx heads shimmering in silver thread. She fingered her strands of beads thoughtfully, considering the room. I noticed that another chain hung among the amethyst and amber—fine silver links, with a small crystal as a pendant. Somewhere I’d read about the magnetic power of natural crystals, and now Letha seemed lost in some private reverie as she fingered the pendant.

Kirk remained standing

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