They decided to meet at Janelle’s dock since that’s where the boat was. She walked down the rocky path that separated the two properties.
As she walked past the hedge line the full view of the water took her breath away. The water was calm and smooth as the sun glistened and bounced off of it and into her eyes.
This was her favorite time of the morning. She reached up to shield her eyes with her hand. He was there. A magnificent silhouette set against a bright morning sunrise. Her breath caught again.
The sun felt warm on her face already. She knew it would be a warm day and was glad she opted for the bathing suit.
He was waiting for her in the boat when she made her way across the dock.
They smiled at each other as he held out his hand in a chivalrous manner. She lifted the picnic basket and smiled while she said, “I brought lunch!”
He placed the basket in the boat and offered his hand once again. She took it and stepped gingerly into the boat.
The day flew by with easy conversation and many smiles exchanged. They caught no fish in the morning so before lunch they decided to take a swim.
Lizzie screamed when she hit the water and her teeth instantly started to chatter. “Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all,” She said through quivering lips. They both laughed and quickly climbed out of the boat.
The sun warmed them as they sat on deck talking.
They sat side by side in the chairs of the boat. Lizzie swiveled back and forth lost in her thoughts. Harry talked about his life in the twin cities while she listened.
She had visited there before, but could never figure out why anyone would want to live there permanently.
Yet the way Harry talked so passionately about it, there seemed to be a different side of the city which Lizzie
had never been introduced to.
His face became animated and lit up when he talked about his work and how building things from the ground up was in his blood. It was obvious that he took pride in every job he worked on big or small.
He told her about things she would love to see as well. He described the museums and the theatre productions he frequented.
He told her about the coffee houses with open mick’s for people to reveal their own poetry or whatever
She was in awe of how much she hadn’t experienced on her visits.
She remember to many people, to many vehicles and it being hard to breath or think there with all that went on.
“Do you think you would come and visit me in Minneapolis?” He finally got the nerve up to ask.
He had been talking for a half an hour straight about all the things he loved about the city.
She loved to listen to him speak. He conveyed passion and intelligence and at the same time a childish exuberance she wasn’t used to.
“I would like to come and see you there,” her excitement grew. “My friend lives in Robbinsdale and I can stay with her.
I haven’t seen her in awhile and would love to visit.”
She blushed when he leaned in close to her and whispered, “I would really love that!”
She leaned forward and their lips touched very delicately. They stayed close for a few minutes until reality started to set in. The situation was getting to intense for Lizzie. She started to feel like she was losing control.
She pulled away a little too abruptly and they both looked startled.
“I… I’m sorry,” she blurted out. “I don’t know what came over me!”
“Don’t be sorry.” He said with a smile. “I guess I moved a little too fast. I should have given you more time.”
“It’s ok,” She said. “It was really nice,” She blushed again. Why did she keep doing that?
There was no awkwardness between them after the kiss. They both knew they stepped to far over the line, so they decided to just enjoy the rest of the afternoon talking and getting to know each other.
As the day drew on Lizzie started to get a feeling in the pit of her stomach as she listened to Harry talk about his life.
She started to get distracted by how much he seemed to love the noise and people and fast pace.
On the way home the dread grew stronger. When they finally said goodbye once again in Janelle’s yard
he grabbed her hand and asked, “Can I see you tomorrow before I go?”
She looked up at him with unsure eyes and said, “Sure,” before gently pulling her hand back and walking up the path to her house.
Lizzie knew that last look he gave her was one of confusion. He was worried too and she knew it. He must have sensed her tensing.
Lizzie’s mind was reeling. He lived 500 miles away. He had a life and a job. There was no way he would give that up for her. And she wasn’t ready to pick up and leave the island where she spent her entire life.
The dread consumed her. She couldn’t hold back her tears any longer. The more she tried to pray
about it the more she cried.
She decided it was hopeless.