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Chapter 20
So far: Mark and Alison no longer have any ties to Toronto, and plan
to head north following their respective adventures, riding in convoy
with Nick. As well, let's update what River and the others were doing
on Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday.
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While Alison might have wanted to get back to St. Mary's as soon as
possible, the three did not get away as early as they might have
wanted. For one thing, none of Mark's clothes fit him, so he wore some
of Nick's, which were too large, and spent an hour at a nearby Walmart
to get a few things that did fit. Then there was a meeting with Nick's
realtor to start the process of selling the Waters' house. Dale would
have to sign the papers as well before the house could actually be
sold, but Alison was able to give the agent a key to get the process
started.
Thus it was nearly noon when they left Toronto, with Nick following
the Waters' van. Any idea of getting all the way north by night was
gone, especially since Alison intended to spend several hours on back-
to-school shopping at the mall in Sault Ste. Marie. Mark only had what
he was wearing, and a change of clothes from the Walmart. They would
get to Sault, shop for a few hours, and then head off to a cheap motel
where they would spend the night. Mark and Alison would stay in one
room, and Nick in another. Mark, even though he looked to be a teen,
was still only 10, and had to get to bed early, but the adults spent
the night chatting, and as they talked a plan on how to get banking
services for St. Mary's started to form.
----- ----- -----
While interesting things had been happening in Toronto, River had not
been idle. After seeing off the many departures of Sunday, she was a
bit surprised to see a return to town on the Monday. It was Connie
Churchill, ex-wife of Nelson Churchill, who ran the liquor agency.
River had been talking with Connie via e-mail and phone for the past
several days, and the older woman had given her invaluable advice
about setting up the store. Just before noon a well-dressed woman of
about 40 or 45 walked up to River as she was directing her helpers in
the store.
"Can I help?" the woman asked.
"Certainly," River said, thinking that this was someone she hadn't met
from the town. "We need help scrubbing the shelving units, but you
really aren't dressed for that. Maybe some sweeping up?"
"Certainly," the woman said. "Those old shelves are cleaning up nicely
after all these years, aren't they. I'm Connie, but the way."
"Connie?" It clicked into place for River. "Oh my. I am River. I am so
glad to meet you. I thought you were a volunteer from town. And I
nearly had you scrubbing shelves."
"There would be nothing wrong with that," Connie said. "I've been in
retail long enough to know that a good manager is not above doing
anything that needs to be done. I've probably spent more time cleaning
those shelves than any of the people you have working on them so far.
How can you afford so many helpers?"
"They are all volunteers," River said. "The store will help all the
people on the reservation by selling their arts and crafts, so there
is a lot of excitement about the store. And people from town keep
coming in out of curiosity. The funny thing is, they keep coming back.
I guess we are more fun here than sitting at home watching TV."
"All volunteers, eh?" Connie asked a little glumly. "I was wondering
if there might be a job available up here. I loved this place, and
hated to have to leave when they closed the store."
"Really?" River said with excitement in her voice. "I never dreamed
you would be interested in working here. We can't afford to pay much,
at least at first. Nothing what you would be getting at the Bay."
"Well, things at the Bay aren't doing that well," Connie admitted.
"They recently went through another round of layoffs. Retail in
general is in trouble. The only success stories are those with strong
online options, or a specific niche. Exactly what you are doing here.
After chatting with you on the phone yesterday evening, and on email
before that, I got really excited about what you are doing. I couldn't
sleep much last night, so I got in the car early and drove up here."
"What? You would quit the Bay to come here?"
"In a heartbeat. I need to give two weeks notice, but if you say so,
then I'm here. For whatever you can pay. Within reason. I do need to
live, although if I remember, it is a lot cheaper living up here."
"Let's go across the road to the cafe and talk about this," River
said. "Now I'm getting excited."
----- ----- -----
Nelson Churchill was stocking shelves in his store. It was a task that
was much easier these days, due to the slump in sales. He would be
worried about his future, had he not made a deal with that River girl
last week to rent out the rest of his building. The rent he would get
almost made his store more of a hobby, to keep himself busy, than a
job. He glanced across the street and saw River walking back from the
cafe. Then he froze as he saw who was with the girl. It was Connie,
his ex-wife.
Nelson had never gone through the 'hate' stage with Connie as their
marriage had collapsed nearly 20 years ago. In the years since he had
dated a few times, but when he compared his new girlfriends with what
he had lost, they always came up short. And Nelson was not one to
settle for second best, after having had it all.
Their marriage failed for one major reason. They both dearly wanted
children, and were unable to have them. The doctors had determined
that there were reasons on both sides. Connie had feminine issues that
made her unable to conceive, while Nelson had an abnormally low sperm
count, to the point where it would be a miracle for him to succeed in
impregnating anyone, no matter how fertile. The failure to have
children had caused a rift in the pair. Nelson would have been happy
to adopt, but Connie felt that adoption would have been an admission
to all that she was unable to conceive.
That small wound festered, and over the seven years of their marriage
it grew to the point where, when Connie was offered a transfer, the
two split up. They never divorced, or even had a formal separation
agreement. They never had gone through the normal 'hatred stage' that
most break-ups have. In fact, as Nelson watched his ex-wife -- no, he
realized, she was still his wife -- walk across the road with River,
he realized he still loved her.
----- ----- -----
River opened the door to the store, and let Connie enter first. Then
she nearly bumped into her new friend and future employee as the older
woman froze in the middle of the door.
"Nelson," Connie said.
"Connie," Nelson replied. River edged around the frozen pair, and
immediately saw the connection between them that still existed. For a
long moment nothing was said, then Nelson continued. "I didn't expect
to see you up here. Again. Ever."
"River here gets the blame," Connie said lightly. She hadn't seen
Nelson in over 10 years, but he had aged well. A slight paunch, but
nothing like most men getting close to 50. The grey in his hair was
distinguished looking, and he still had a bit of summer tan. In short,
he was just as hot in his forties as he had been in his twenties. "She
has just offered me a job in her store here, and I have accepted. So
you will see more of me in the future."
"That is a good thing," Nelson said. "I ... I've missed you. A lot.
Perhaps ... do you think ... well, would you go out with me again? For
old times sake?"
"A date?" Connie barely blinked. "Yes, I'd love to."
"Okay you two, tone it down in here. We have enough heat in the place
right now. Connie, let Nelson take you over to his place and show you
what he has done with it. I need to get a few more things done around
here this morning, and then I want to take you both somewhere special.
Be ready at noon."
----- ----- -----
It was shortly after noon when Nelson pulled up his seven-year-old
Lincoln at the banks of the river. He had not been on the reserve
much, in spite of living and working within eyesight of it. It was not
often that town people visited the reserve. Nelson helped River and
Connie out of the car and River led them to the bank, and then to the
amazement of the others, she waded into the river.
"Come on," she said. "It will feel really, really cold for a few
seconds, but then it will be okay."
Connie shrieked a bit as Nelson helped her step into the water, and he
shivered as he entered as well. "Oooh, that isn't so bad," Connie said
as she warmed up a bit. They waded out after River, who was now in the
center of the stream.
In the first few seconds that River had spent in the water she learned
all about the Churchills, and how and why their marriage had failed.
She also was told that she had done right by bringing them here, and
that the river could help them. So it was with a smile that she told
them to relax and enjoy the cleansing feeling that the river was
providing.
After a few minutes of silence, Nelson took Connie's hand, and she
firmly grasped his. A few moments later, their heads neared, and
Nelson kissed Connie. She eagerly embraced him, and reciprocated,
kissing him deeply. Within seconds they were completely entwined with
each other, and River looked the other way, rather than embarrass the
pair, who were acting like young teenagers in love.
Many minutes later the river gave River a sign, and she turned. The
pair were still at it, and completely missed the loud 'ahem' that
River said. Finally she grabbed Nelson's shoulder and physically
pulled them apart.
"Sorry River," Connie said when she regained her composure, "I don't
know what came over me ... us."
"The river will break down false barriers," River said. "It has also
been known to give out gifts. It has given you a great gift."
"It has given me back my love," Nelson acclaimed. "No gift could be
greater than that."
"Don't be so sure," River said as they waded over to the bank. "My
parents were in the river for a half hour or so once, and they came
out with each one looking 10 years younger. A similar gift has come to
you."
"We don't look younger," Connie said. "Not that Nelson doesn't look
just fine to me."
"No, your bodies are no younger," River said, "but certain parts of
them are. You both have teenaged sex organs now. Perfectly healthy 19-
year-old naughty bits. And by healthy, I mean that you will be able to
conceive, Connie."
The older woman gasped, and then a huge smile spread across her face.
"And Nelson, you are now completely fertile," River said. "But there
is only one stipulation. You will only be able to gain an erection
with Connie, not other women."
"What other women?" Nelson said. "Connie is the only woman for me."
"Let's go back to the stores," River said. "I have helpers to
organize, and I think you two might have other interests. Perhaps
Nelson will want to close his store and take you back to his home, to
show you around.
----- ----- -----
Tuesday morning, as usual, found River standing in the river long
before the sun rose. She basked in the warmth and the knowledge that
the river provided her. She learned that Connie and Nelson had resumed
their marriage, and that Connie would live with Nelson when she
relocated to St. Mary's. What the couple did not know was that over
the course of the intense evening they had spent together, Connie had
been impregnated, and in nine months would give birth. To a healthy
baby boy, the river claimed.
That day some of the craftspeople on the reserve started to bring in
goods to the store, answering a call that River had made the prior
day. River, and Connie who showed up at about 10:30 with a huge smile
on her face, spent the day arranging the goods on the cleaned and
freshly painted displays.
----- ----- -----
On Monday, Shelly was surprised that her arms didn't ache from
paddling the canoe upriver all day. The work was much less than
expected, due to the river current reversing to propel the canoe as if
it were going downriver. Still, the river did not expect its people to
be lazy, and the girls and the Prophet all worked as hard as if they
were going against the current, as they had expected. But Shelly was
much less sore than she expected to be as she set up a tent with
Marilyn.
The party had gained more than a day's travel thanks to the river.
They had passed the place that they planned to camp at on Tuesday in
the early evening of Monday, and still went several hours past. They
finally camped at dusk, and only had a few hours before they expected
to reach the first reservation. Their four-day northbound trip was now
looking to be a day and a half.
They ate a quiet dinner, and then split up into their respective
tents. Shelly laid her sleeping bag out next to her older sister. "Do
you feel tired?" she asked.
"A little," Marilyn said. "But not nearly as much as I should. I've
never paddled a canoe that hard for that long. It was what? Fourteen
hours? My arms should feel like they are falling off, but they are
fine."
"Yeah, me too. Before we left River said that the river would nourish
us. I wonder if that is what she meant. I mean, we did more work than
competitive canoeists would in training, and still no aches. I like
this river."
"So do I," Marilyn agreed. "Uh, do your breasts feel funny?"
"Funny? In what way?"
"Mine hurt, and are swollen. I don't know why."
"Your period?"
"Two weeks ago," Marilyn said. "And it is like that, but ten times
worse. My bra feels like it is a size too small now. It fit fine this
morning."
"Not fair," Shelly protested. "You already have bigger boobs than me,
and now they are getting bigger? Who do I complain to?"
"I don't know, maybe the river. Do you think it might be doing this to
me?"
"Well, it does give presents to people sometimes. Remember River's
parents, and the older people it made younger. Maybe your present is
bigger boobs. Something to help you snare your lawyer, Nick."
"Nick doesn't mind," Marilyn said. "He told me that his old girlfriend
was quite small until she got him to pay for a boob job. He says he
didn't mind the smaller ones, but she felt insecure until she got the
implants. He said he could feel them in there, and it kinda bothered
him. He says he prefers natural, even if they are small."
"Well, small isn't your problem," Shelly said. "Mine either. If the
river wants to give me a present a twenty inch waist would be nice,
and smaller hips."
"Yeah, but Nick doesn't seem to mind me being a little big," Marilyn
said. "He says he wants kids someday, and we both have 'child-bearing'
hips, don't we?"
"Oh yeah, big time. So you and Nick have talked about getting married?
I didn't think it had gone that far."
"It hasn't. It was more 'I want kids' and not 'I want us to have
kids'. You know, just talking," Marilyn said, but then she choked up
and added: "But Shel, I want him so much. He is just perfect. Kind,
gentle ... and when we kiss it is like an explosion going off in my
head. In a good way."
"Wow, you really are into the guy," Shelly said. "And your description
left out handsome and rich. He is probably the best catch any girl
from the reserve could get. Do you think he feels the same way about
you?"
"That's the problem. I don't know. I know he likes me. We went out for
drives every night for the past few nights. Just kissing and stuff,
although I guess he knows that I don't have implants." She giggled.
"We talked a lot, and he kept asking me back. But I don't know if he
loves me, or just likes me. It's driving me crazy."
"I think he really is into you," Shelly offered.
"Oh I hope so," her sister replied. "I'm worried that this trip might
just mess things up for us. I mean, if I come back and find someone
else on his arm I will just about die. Except maybe River. I'd still
want to die for losing him, but she is so special I could see her
landing him."
"River?" Shelly snorted. "She is way too young for him. I mean, it
would probably be against the law for him to come on to her. She is
only 14, I think. Plus, I think that Wayne and her have something
going."
"You are right. I keep forgetting how young she is. She is so mature,
and shows so much leadership. I keep thinking she is in her 20s.
Remember how she overruled both of her parents when we met at the
Sault? She just told them that they were bringing us back, and
wouldn't take no for an answer."
"Oh, thank God she did," Shelly said. "I mean, what if we hadn't met
her back there? Our lives were so shitty, and now they are so much
better. It was so lucky."
"Not luck, Shelly. I'm pretty sure that the river had something to do
with it. It wanted us back, and made sure that it happened."
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