Sex Happens by Carol Soloway

Author:Carol Soloway
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Bayliss Enterprises
Published: 2016-11-25T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 27

Ensconced in her seat on the flight to the hotel, Alex glanced at David and then looked down at his left hand. There was neither a ring nor the telltale band of white where a ring no longer rested.

Ed landed the plane on a tiny patch of concrete and maneuvered it down the rock-strewn runway. He pulled into a spot between the two other Flying Samaritan planes on the strip of concrete that served as the Guerrero Airport.

The volunteers deplaned and made the five-minute trek across the sandy, tumbleweed-covered field to the hotel. Looking like the Bates Motel in Psycho, the rundown, one-story structure was right on the Sea of Cortez.

As the pilots, doctors, nurses, and interpreters entered the dark lobby of El Sueño Dulce, two stray dogs wandered between them, sniffing at them. To the right, a warped wooden table which was collapsing in the middle, served as the registration desk. Two weathered wicker chairs completed the lobby.

Dropping their luggage on the concrete floor, the tired volunteers leaned against the soiled wall across from the makeshift reception desk. Except for the whir of the high ceiling fan, everyone was quiet while they waited for Zeke, the internist and volunteer coordinator, to speak to the clerk.

Zeke shook his shaved head several times before returning to the group. “They gave away our rooms. We’ll have to sleep on the beach,” he told the volunteers.

“Nights get pretty cold,” David said.

“I’m sure they’ll give us some blankets,” Zeke promised.

Alex had stayed at El Sueño Dulce before and was familiar with the now-much-coveted Spartan rooms with mismatched, scratchy linen.

Zeke tried to quiet the group. “We can complain all we want. They said they’re sorry, but they didn’t receive my reservation request this month. There’s a fishing excursion in town, and every room is taken. So we’ll just have to improvise on the beach.”

“I don’t camp,” one of the dental hygienists said.

Thomas, a pilot who kept his trailer parked near the hotel, said, “You can all wash up in my trailer, but my wife and kids are here this weekend, so we don’t have any sleeping room.”

“Not working for me,” the other dental hygienist said, agreeing with her colleague.

Zeke thanked Thomas and asked about supplies. Thomas assured the group that he had enough blankets, chaise lounges, and drinks for everyone. The doctors, interpreters, and two other pilots smiled in appreciation.

The pharmacist insisted, “Zeke, you have to tell them we book the rooms every month. Go and demand they give us our rooms.”

Zeke went back to the clerk. After negotiating, he returned to the group and told them the clerk had offered to give them a free dinner, but that was all the clerk could do.

Resigned to camping on the beach, everyone followed Thomas to his trailer amid good-hearted jeering about the reservation mix-up. Walking along the pristine aquamarine Sea of Cortez, Alex was at peace, calmed by the sand sifting through her toes and the water lapping at her ankles.

When they finally arrived at Thomas’s trailer, he unlocked the storage unit and took out folding chairs.

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