John Bolt drew a line in the sand, took off his shirt and
prepared to run jingle jangles. Today would happen quickly then he would be
with Sue and then, then he did not know what came next but he would be with Sue
and that was all that mattered. He jogged around the open space that looked
like a soccer pitch or maybe even sometimes a venue for horse racing and when
he had completed his lap, he reversed course and sent a second lap
counter-clockwise.
The sweat began to build, and he picked up his pace,
lengthening his strides as well as increasing the tempo.
After checking his watch, he set the countdown timer to beep
at intervals then hammered out a training routine learned from the Kiwi Rex
Thompson, who was his first rugby coach and insisted that the key to finding
space was catch, pass, run, evade. John had played inside center for the Air
Force Academy and not only was he team captain but also named All American.
Finished with his workout, he stalked to the shade of a
solitary olive tree that rose from the base of a rock wall and sat down to
gather himself before the jog back to his hotel. At his feet, running left to
right was a simple double track with unruly grass defining the middle, across
the road was another rock wall, this one in need of repair, and above the
disorderly divider was unblemished blue sky. A single magpie flit-floated from out
of those skies to perch in the gnarled tree at John’s shoulder. The bird’s eyes
were round and shiny, and the sky was now empty but the pensive man did not
notice. After placing his backpack against the tree for increased comfort, John
closed his eyes and drifted into the future.
“Your face was twitching. My cat twitches when she is having
a nightmare. I knew to wake you so I blew on you.”
John glanced up to see a young girl with big round brown
eyes and a round face framed by dark brown hair. The air smelled of oleander
and mimosa.
“I hope you are not mad at me. I watched you when you were
running and sweating. You look much like my father, only different because you
have muscles. Have you seen the statues in Rome?”
Before John could answer, a siren boomed from deep in the
city and both looked, trying to follow the bad sound.
“There was one yesterday. Did you hear it? They say a car
and a truck caught on fire and now something today. There is always something.
My name is Giada, Giada Cocco.”
John shifted in order to remain in the shade. He checked his
watch and said, “My name is John. Your English is excellent, Giada.”
Giada sat down next to John in the tight shade. “I go to a
very good school. Next year I will learn Japanese or maybe Chinese. When I am done
with school, I intend to move to Paris and become a famous fashion model and
then an even more famous actress and make movies in America. When I am rich, I
will come home to Sardinia and help the poor. Do you think I can be a model?”
John wiped his face with the back of his hand.
“I already practice my walk. Would you like to see? I like
to practice. It is a good habit. I was on my way to help my grandmother when I
saw you. She is not really my grandmother but my mother’s grandmother. She is
102 years old. Did you know that Sardinia has the most people over one hundred
years in the world? I think that says something. Are you married, John?”
He smiled and said, “Yes. I am flying to Africa to be with
her this afternoon.”
“I love flying to Rome. Will you fly to Rome?”
“I fly to Rome then Cairo.”
“Do you miss her?”
“Very much. It took me a while to realize but she is the
best thing that ever happened to me.”
“Do you have any children?”
“No, but we will start a family soon.”
All this fresh news brought a change to Giada, something
like relief but also disappointment. “I wanted you to kiss me but now that you
are married I will not ask you.” Giada paused. “If you were not married would
you kiss me?”
John grinned. “If you were older and I was single then I
would kiss you.”
“Thank you very much, John. It is important for a woman to
know that a man will kiss her.” Giada adjusted to keep the shade and now their
legs were touching his. “I think too that love is also important. Did you know
that the heart is the greatest muscle? It never stops while you live. Women
have good heart. It is our nature. That is why a mother controls nature.
Sardinia comes from the word sarda, which means woman. It is my destiny, when
my heart has grown, to change the world. Can I read your palm?”
“Sure,” he said and shifted so their legs no longer touched.
Giada took John’s right hand and turned the palm up. “Do you
gamble?”
“Sometimes I play poker.”
“Did you know that every poker hand has been played so a
good player knows the history of the game and becomes more expert? It is the
same; every life has already been lived, just like poker.” She turned his hand
over and then turned it back. She wrinkled her face. “I like history. Neither
the Phoenicians nor the Romans nor the Nazis could break the men of Sardinia.
We are great horsemen. I am taking riding lessons. The ancient warriors of
Sardinia used to train their horses to run through the narrow streets so that
invaders could not catch them but now the best horses have been sold to Switzerland
for meat.” She turned his hand over again.
“Is there something wrong?” John asked.
“Your palm says that your time for love in your life is very
short but this cannot be because you said you are married, and I see you are
very fit.” Giada noticed the change but continued. “Your palm says all close
have died and your world spins away and you cannot catch it. Is this why you
were having a nightmare?”
“I have always had nightmares.”
Staring up at him, Giada touched his hand to her chest and
then let go. “Everything grows old here. The island has an olive tree that
produces at 3000 years, and I have told you about my grandmother. Will you grow
old, John?”
“I will live long enough to have many children, and I hope
we have a girl just like you.” John stood up and sent down a hand. “I have to
go.” He helped her to her feet before shouldering his backpack.
“You think I am silly.”
John smiled as he drifted to the color movies of Sue when
she was about the same age.
Studying with more than a bit of confusion, Giada removed a
crucifix from her neck and presented it to the American. “I will never forget
you,” she said and touched his hand.
Accepting, John closed his palm around the gift, and they
smiled at one another then hastened in separate directions as if reluctant.
After a dozen steps, John turned and she was gone but her road went on ahead
and then disappeared.
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