sounds
great,’ Rebecca said and held up her hand. ‘No alcohol though.’
‘Definitely
not,’ Justin said, trying to sound as light hearted as he could manage. ‘No
alcohol or caffeine.’
‘No coffee?’
Rebecca asked and made a sad face.
‘No coffee for
the mommy,’ Justin said and hugged her. ‘Doctor’s orders.’ He wrapped his arm
around her waist and pulled her closer to him. ‘Come,’ he said. ‘We’ll get you
something nice.’
* - -
- *
Simon stirred
his coffee slowly. He wondered how things would turn out in Samantha’s
household.
Samantha , he thought and a shiver crawled down his spine. How did I know
her name? How did I know about her personal problems? He sipped at
his coffee and thought back to many similar incidents in the past where he just
somehow knew certain things about people without knowing how he
knew it.
There was the
lady with the missing dog , Simon thought and
chuckled. There was the husband who had lost his wife to cancer. And then
there was the missing girl; Lucy.
A few weeks ago,
Simon had an urge to knock on the door of a certain house that he had never
seen or been to before. He found out that the daughter of the couple living
there had disappeared without a trace three days earlier. Somehow Simon just knew where they could find her. The father’s brother had taken the nine-year old and
had locked her up in his basement. The idea was to collect ransom for the girl
before returning her to her parents. All parties involved were highly
emotional. The parents were disgusted because a trusted relative would kidnap
their daughter. Simon was bewildered because he had some sort of universal
knowledge that he was not supposed to possess. Over time, he learned to embrace
his “gift” and just go with it. Sometimes something would happen that still
managed to surprise even him, but he realized that the more he listened and
acted upon his instincts, the stronger it became.
‘Spot,’ a man
said from the table behind Simon. ‘We’ll call it spot for now.’
A woman giggled.
‘How much longer
until we see something other than a black spot on the sonars?’ the man asked.
‘About two more
weeks,’ the woman said softly.
Simon smiled.
The miracle of new life always made him feel good inside.
There was a
moment of silence before the man spoke again. His voice was softer now; more
concerned. ‘We’ll get through this, baby, you’ll see.’
‘I know,’ the
woman said. ‘I’m just a little worried about our finances. That’s all.’
More silence.
‘We’ll be fine,’
the man tried to re-assure her. ‘I’ll try extra hard to get a job this week. I
mean, how hard can it be to get a job in the computer industry with my
qualifications?’
The couple
finished their drinks while discussing their financial concerns and how to
break the news to their families. When they finally paid the waitress, they
stood up to leave. It was when they walked past Simon that he gently took hold
of the man’s arm.
‘Excuse me,
Justin,’ Simon said. ‘Am I right in saying that you’re looking for a job in the
computer industry?’
The man looked
at Simon with a puzzled expression. ‘Yes...?’ he said reluctantly. ‘I’m sorry,
but do I know you?’
Simon smiled.
‘My apologies,’ he said. ‘I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but I overheard your
conversation. Congratulations by the way.’
‘Erm…Thank you,’
Justin said and shook Simon’s hand.
‘I tell you
what,’ Simon said. ‘Give me your contact details, and I’ll pass it along to my
employer. As far as I know, we are looking for more technicians at the moment.’
Justin looked at
his wife. She merely smiled, but the look in her eyes and the nod of her head
made it crystal clear that he should give his details to the stranger.
Justin borrowed
a pen from a waitress and scribbled his details on a piece of scrap paper. He
handed it to Simon. ‘Thank you,’ he said,