posted on Aug, 15 2008 @ 04:46 PM
Out on the deck he placed two kebobs on the BBQ, along with a metal bowl
filled with shrimp in a garlic-butter sauce. Together they had made a fresh
tossed green salad, and Lynn was pouring the wine when he went back
inside to get a serving dish. She handed him his glass as she walked out-
side to sit and watch the tide come in, one of her favorite past-times.
Off in the distance, across the bay, there appeared to be a storm headed
They talked easily with each other, as if they both realized that the other
person really wanted to hear what they had to say. He asked her what
brought her here to Netarts and she explained that she had something to
do for an old friend, a favor if you will. And until she accomplished this
"mission", she didn't feel that she should let her hair down or take it easy.
Paul told Lynn that her friend was lucky to have such a devoted friend.
She thanked him, then gazed out into the ocean until tears rolled down
her cheeks. She wiped them away and took a sip of wine.
Dinner was excellent, although half way through they had to run down-
stairs and out into the rain to put up the top on her rented convertible, a
mad dash to say the least. Back in the kitchen, they toweled off and
finished their meal. He told her about the real reason he was here on
vacation, to find a hidden treasure in one of the local sea caves that his
great uncle had talked about many times. She rolled her eyes and said,
As much as he tried to convince her that it was the truth, she laughed it off
faster than he could explain, until finally he gave up. "You're just after
some good times and you know it", she teased. She made him laugh.
"Okay, okay, maybe you're right." And he let it go.
The storm had arrived, drenching everything. Paul secured the BBQ on the
deck, then quickly jumped back inside, closing the window doors after him.
As he turned she stepped in close and kissed him on the cheek. "Thank
you sir for such a good meal. And the conversation. It's been awhile since
I've enjoyed both so much."
"Right back at you lady", Paul responded. "You are fun to be with."
"Thank you for coming over."
The talked some more, and then the lights went off, as the wind blew
strongly in from the ocean. Sitting in the dark, listening to the rain patter,
they did nothing but hold hands and talk some more. He asked her if she
had ever heard of sneaker waves, and she asked him if he meant "rogue"
waves. 'Yeah, I guess they'd be about the same, but the sneaker waves
are smaller and come in sets of two or three."
"Why do you want to know about them?", she asked.
"Oh, nothing really, it's just that I heard that the Oregon coast would
experience sneaker waves these next two weeks and I thought it might
help me in my sea cave exploring."
"Still thinking about a treasure aren't you?" she said.
"Maybe", he answered, "maybe."
The lights came back on around 9:30 in the evening, the rain beginning to
let up. Lynn said she had to be going and he walked her down to the car,
asking her if he could see her again when she had completed her 'mission"
of mercy. She said that might be nice, and she'd call him. He kissed her
goodby and off she drove, leaving him wondering what was so bad about