The Scientist, the Psychic, and the Nut by Charlene Bell Dietz

Author:Charlene Bell Dietz [Charlene Bell Dietz]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: na
Publisher: Charlene Bell Dietz
Published: 2019-12-15T00:00:00+00:00

Silence is foolish if we are wise, but wise if we are foolish.

—charles c. colton

25

Beth hid her disappointment in learning Salty’s true name. She liked the eccentric old guy and secretly hoped he might have been Kathleen’s lover and maybe her own biological father. She mentally scratched Mad Dog off her list too, since Jana said she didn’t know anyone named Martin. She had asked Jana about Mad Dog’s name just to see if she’d heard if from Kathleen’s stories, but his real name, Patrick O’Dell, struck a big zero in her memory banks.

She waved good-bye to Jana and headed back down the hill.

Dang it all anyway.

She liked Mad Dog, too, but he didn’t have the same—maybe call it depths of emotions—la passion pour la vie. Wrong. His bringing flowers to the tavern for the ladies, and his anguish over Tony—he had abundant passion. She continued to puzzle over their differences.

Shadows spread out over the landscape. The birds’ songs softened, preparing for the night.

If the wind is right you can sail away. Music started in her head. Sailing takes me away to where I’ve always heard it could—sailing—

What the—? Beth stopped. First the Jimmy Buffet song, and now this?

Her mind always echoed music from symphonies or operas, not pop songs with lyrics. Geesh, she didn’t even know the name of this song, or who wrote it, or who sang it.

Sailing . . .

Still, the soothing melody fit the scenery.

Yacht silhouettes moved in front of the setting sun far out on this tranquil, Caribbean Sea. Being here wrapped her in pure joy. She practically skipped downhill to their cabin.

Harold was stretched out on the couch reading one of the paperback mysteries he’d bought at the airport. He looked so damned handsome with his hair tousled, and she loved the slight smile he always gave her whenever she entered the room.

And comfortable. He’d look even more comfortable in their king-size bed with the remains of the afternoon sun dancing over them.

“I knew it, I knew it.” She danced around him, clapping her hands.

He laid the book down on the floor and sat up. She plunked down on his lap and ran her fingers through his mess of gray-black hair.

God, she loved him.

“First, I thought that either Salty or Mad Dog might be Martin. They’re both about Kathleen’s age.” She took a moment to catch her breath. “She said she liked men who made her laugh. And do they ever make a person laugh. Right? Then Jana said she didn’t know anyone named Martin.” She nibbled his earlobe and ran her fingers down the back of his neck.

“Beth—”

She hopped up, leaned over, and put her face in his. Freshness of aftershave—she inhaled deeply.

“Jana admitted that Salty is a Mister Jim Davies. He is the one who lived in a large home on St. Thomas. I know he’s not only Gnat’s Grandfather, but he’s the one who Sylvia’s mother visited. How cool is that?

“Missus Abu had me terribly confused, but I bet Sylvia’s mother not only knew Jim Davies, but she also knew Kathleen.

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