Donald came down to breakfast, hooting and hollering! He walked over to Jim and Karen who just happened to be enjoying their coffee together on the couch, as neither one was a breakfast person. “Guess what? We got a text from Max.” He turned the camera around and they both jumped!
Jim asked, “Is that a shark? Did he catch it? How did he land it and is he ok?”
Karen asked, “Did he send a note?”
Donald said, “Yes, he said in the note that he had to cut it loose and he lost his hook, but he wasn’t injured. Karen’s face dropped, as she had hoped Max would have at least said hello to her. Donald continued, “Max also said that he misses Karen’s coffee and food and her sweet smile!” Karen’s face lit up and she walked off in a daze.
Donald and Jim looked at each other, knowingly but didn’t say anything.
Meanwhile, back at Venice Beach, Sarah was guiding people to the different lines and thinking about her talks with both Miranda and Andrew Weeks. She didn’t like the idea of demonstrations, but was starting to agree that something needed to be done to halt the loss of innocent lives. She also had information to pass on to Miranda and was wondering how she would handle that as they hadn’t made any plans on how they would meet again. Sarah walked over to the showers and needed to check the back of the shower trailer, as the water pressure had decreased. She had pretty much become a jack-of-all-trades, since working here and felt like it was comical. She was college educated and had never taken care of home repairs or car repairs and yet here she was, trouble-shooting plumbing! She found the problem. Someone had snuck back here and turned the water down enough that it affected the pressure! Whew! That was a simple solution. She simply turned it up again and made a note to have some kind of lock put on it so it would not happen again.
She felt a hand on her shoulder and turned quickly. Sarah let out a sigh of relief. It was just Miranda. Miranda put her finger on her lip to shush Sarah and slipped a note into her hand and left as quickly as she had arrived. Sarah put the note into her pocket to read for later and continued on her business. Her guess was that Miranda had been watching her for a while, looking for a chance to give her the note and the quick exchange behind the trailer would probably go unobserved, but stopping to read the note would most likely stand out.
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After work, Sarah had almost forgotten the note and it fell out of her pocket when she went to grab a tissue for her nose. “Oh, I need to see what Miranda said. Maybe she wants to meet again. The note said, “If you have any news for me, please be at The Dirty Dancin Bar at 8:00 tonight.”
When Sarah got there, it took her eyes a while to adjust to the dark room. It was noisy and confusing and Sarah could see why Miranda had decided to meet here. She saw Miranda waving from a booth in the corner and walked over. Miranda handed her a notebook and a pen and Sarah noticed that Miranda had one as well. What was going on? Miranda wrote on her notebook, “It is too loud, so we will have a conversation by writing it down!” Sarah had to laugh at Miranda’s ingenuity!
Miranda wrote, “Any news? I’m assuming you have some since you showed up!”
Sarah said, “Yes. My new supervisor, Andrew Weeks, has made me his confidant!”
Miranda said, “Great!”
Sarah wrote, “Things will be starting up again at the resort after the first of the year. He said they are not sure if they will start with the elderly or the addicts first. He wanted me to be prepared for either and will let me know in the future.”
Miranda wrote, “This is a great help. Is there anything else?”
Sarah wrote, “I think there is because he acted very excited about something but he hasn’t told me yet what it is.”
“Ok, I will check back with you soon. I will take your notebook and pen and will destroy the notes.” Miranda wrote. “Let’s leave separately.” Sarah left and went back home.
Max got back to land and turned in the houseboat. He got a good cussing out and got charged double and walked out happy and whistling! Max got into his vehicle and headed to the bank. After that he took a ride to the post office and addressed and sent his mail. He thought about his experience in Alaska and about how his views had changed on many things and smiled, thinking about the folks receiving his letter.