The Red Spark. DH Steppler

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      “That particular trip showed me a bit of your thinking and the fact that you would have rather been connected to my sister. It also pointed to the fact that you were more than annoyed with me at not just allowing you to poke me and get it done with. You questioned ‘who I thought I was’.”

      “Are you telling me that you had access to my thoughts?”

      “Yes,” again I simply stated the fact.

      “How about the other trips you took, were you able to read my mind?”

      “No, I was given only a glance at something, like a puzzle piece that needs to be added to the collective.”

      “Can you tell me what the other trips gave you?”

      “Well you know about the first trip and the storm. But I have to just leave that piece where it is because I‘m not sure of what it means. The second trip showed me some of your attitude about the people in your life. You weren’t happy with others and said that you didn’t need any of them. The third trip I think was a peek at a change in the ‘grand design’ where your life is concerned.”

      “What change?”

      Michael asked.

      “Before I’ll tell you that, you need to know that none of the trips have been about me. They have been all about you.”

      “What change?”

      Michael repeated.

      “I think you were cursed to need me for the rest of your life.”

      “What makes you say that?”

      “You know that I’m crazy but here goes. I heard a cosmic voice screaming at you that you would need this woman, meaning me, for the rest of your life.”

      Michael just sat there staring at me when he saw me start to cry.

      “What, baby?”

      Michael’s voice soothing.

      “I think that maybe I’m a kind of punishment for you for something you did or didn’t do back then.”

      That was the first time that I put that together and thinking about being a punishment for someone was a cruel pill to swallow.

      Michael was either very brave or foolish like me.

      “The next time we see the red sparks, I’m traveling with you. I need to see for myself.”

      “Michael the time and energy it takes for that travel begs for planning. Charlie won’t let me travel if I’m not in a safe place usually on my bed. He worries so much that we are hooking up a camera so that he can see that I’m ok.”

      “Baby, you could never be a punishment; you had to be a gift. Absolutely nothing feels as good to me as you do. You take away all of the pain and unhappiness in my life. I’ve experienced nothing but riches since you entered my life.”

      As I liked his thinking better than mine and what I had to contribute. I just looked at Ricky on my pinkie finger and Michael followed my eyes to see my focus. We just sat there for a minute or two looking at Ricky and wondering when she would present her red sparks again.

      “Let’s hug up and turn in for the night. The day has taken a toll on me and I need some rest and to hear Charlie’s voice before I sleep.”

      We both accepted the reconnect and the goodness that it brought us and Michael walked me to my room and kissed me on the top of my head a good night kiss.

      In the music room the next day, Michael and I were on fire with ideas and completed the song we were working on and put together two more and part of another before we took a break for lunch. We were right back at it after lunch to complete the song we started and had the makings for a couple of more before 5 o’clock.

      Lu came home earlier than usual so we had an early dinner and then each of us brought our laptops to the dinning room where we stayed together even though we didn’t say much. We were all lost in our emails and our correspondence with the rest of the world and other people in our lives.

      The first email that I opened was from Kevin. He asked that Charlie and I come to ‘Sunday dinner’ at their place because he had stuff to discuss about the catch and the business that he needed my take on. I replied that I’d confirm after speaking to Charlie but I was pretty sure that we’d be there.

      There was an email from Charlie that made my day. He sent me a couple of pictures that Kevin had taken of us while we were saying our good bye on the front porch. One picture was the two of us, Charlie and me, and we were just looking into each other’s eyes and emanating love. The next picture was of us kissing Charlie’s parting kiss; my feet weren’t even toughing the ground. An involuntary moan escaped my lips as I looked at the photos and longed for my Charlie. That was more of Charlie’s foreplay; I was definitely aroused and thinking of him. I replied that I loved him and that I couldn’t wait to repeat what I saw in the pictures. I told him of the progress we’d made with the song writing and that if we didn’t finish on time we would be early. I also let him know that if we finished early, I was coming home as early as I could.

      The following day both Lu and Michael had work and were away for the entire day. With the whole day to do with as I pleased, I spent hours with the gardens and then I went to visit with Wyatt for the promised game of catch with my favorite English barrister.

      When I walked into the grand foyer Millie was at the desk and greeted me with a lovely smile.

      “Good morning Helen.”

      Millie said with cheer in her voice.

      “Would you like for me to announce you to Mr. Sussman?”

      I just nodded my head and she pushed the button and said, “Helen is here to see you Mr. Sussman.”

      “Would you suggest he bring ‘Sussy’,” I asked.

      “Oh Mr. Sussman, Helen would like you to bring ‘Sussy’.”

      We were both graced by Wyatt’s laugh; I don’t think that Millie had ever heard him laugh until right then because she looked at me with surprise on her face and a question in her eyes.

      I simply said, “Nice, isn’t it?”

      When Wyatt came into the foyer from the office he had taken off his jacket and had his sleeves rolled. It looked like he meant business and was making preparations to handle the situation as best he could – an explosive catch with me.

      “What, you don’t have ‘Hebly’ with you?”

      Wyatt made a small joke and I laughed.

      “Of course I do. I just wanted to see if you had ‘Sussy’ with you.”

      The catch object that I made for Wyatt was a cartoon of his face which wasn’t an easy feat due to how angular Wyatt is and how round the object had to be. It was obvious that he really liked my rendition.

      For the following thirty minutes Wyatt and I had a catch right there in the foyer. As the

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