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This week’s word: Prophet
Summary: Nicole has taken over the Bed & Breakfast Inn for Carol, who is off to travel Europe. Nicole finds herself alone at the Inn during a raging blizzard, with one of the regular customers, Anthony Thompson. Over breakfast, he shares with Nicole how his wife died, and how he feels her presence at the Inn so strongly that it’s as if they can communicate with each other. He explains to Nicole that his wife told him she was the special person that could help him move on with his life. Nicole is just about to freak out, not knowing what to think of this guy, when Tucker, the maintenance guy, and his dog Cody comes in to check on her. Tucker assures Nicole that Anthony is not a bad guy, and that there’s more to his story. Tucker suggests she let Anthony tell her about it from the beginning.
The Question Remains
Anthony is about to start telling his story when Nicole says, “Hold that thought for a moment, I need some coffee.” She begins to untangle herself from the warm afghan, but then Anthony puts his hand up and says, “Don’t move, I got it.” He’s up and moving before she can protest. He comes back not only with her mug of coffee but a tray filled with cream, sugar and the thermal coffee carafe.
Nicole says, “Um…you know you are a guest here, I should have gotten that.”
“Yes, but the guests do get access to the kitchen, plus you are all comfy on the couch, I didn’t want you to get up…besides, you’re in charge of lunch and treats later.”
“I feel so guilty not doing anything right now, Carol stayed so busy all the time.” Nicole says with a hint of regret in her voice.
“Have you looked outside the window lately? There’s nothing going on anywhere in this storm, I don’t think she’ll mind you keeping your only guest company.” Anthony says with a warm smile.
Anthony takes a sip of coffee then opens his mouth to start talking when the phone rings.
“Sorry, “ Nicole apologizes, she had brought in the cordless phone earlier so she could answer any calls. She looks at the caller ID and says with a smile “It’s Carol.”
“Uh-oh you’re in trouble.” Anthony teases. She puts her finger up to her lips and says “Shush.” As she playfully glares at him.
“Hi Carol, how’s Paris?” Nicole answers in her most cheerful voice.
“Nicole…how are you, how’s the weather?” Carol asks with concern.
“It’s a blizzard out here, two of the guests are going to call once the storm let’s up, but Anthony Thompson made it in before the storm…we’re just sitting here by the fire drinking coffee…just talking.” Nicole says.
“Oh that’s wonderful Nicole, that Anthony is such a nice, nice man…easy on the eyes too…but I don’t have to tell you that. Did my nephew check up on you, because if he didn’t I’m going to…”
Nicole cuts her off by saying, “Yes, Carol…he did. He came in this morning with Cody. He left Cody with me, and went back to his house.”
“Wonderful, just wonderful. I knew you would have no problems. Nathan and I are having a splendid time, in Italy. We’ll be in Paris in a couple of days.” Carol let’s out a little squeak of excitement like a teenage girl and says, “I simply cannot wait!! You know where to reach me if you need to, better run, will talk soon…Arrivederci.”
“Arrivederci.” Nicole echoes with a smile and disconnects the call.
“I take it Carol is in Italy?” Anthony says with a chuckle.
“Yes…having a splendid time. So…you were about to say” Nicole gestures with her arm for Anthony to proceed. She unfolds her legs and stretches them out and rests her feet on the coffee table.
“Right. From the beginning.” He takes a deep breath and begins his story.
“My wife Tara, had a very interesting childhood. She was raised in a very dogmatic religion. Her parents were completely devoted, and held high positions in the organization. When Tara was about 10 years old, her grandmother became ill. She was very close to her, so one day she was worrying about what was going to happen, so she took a walk in the woods by her house. She said she always felt closest to God when she was surrounded by nature, and she would find herself talking to Him, and that is what she did on this day. When she stopped to rest for a minute, she sat down and closed her eyes, and it was then that she saw a vision. She saw her grandmother lying on her bed, and these beautiful angels were all gathered around while her grandmother slept. Tara said she saw a calm, joyful look on her grandmother’s face, and she said she felt the same way once the vision disappeared. Sadly, her grandmother passed away the next day. She didn’t tell her parent’s about the vision until a couple of weeks later. When she did tell her mom about it, her mom was so excited and began dancing around and laughing, saying, ‘do you know what this means? Tara, you’re the one.’ She picked Tara up and sat her on her lap. Tara’s mom looked her right in the eye, and as serious as can be told her that she was the prophet they talked about in the church, the one they were waiting for.”
Nicole questions with eyes wide in disbelief, “She was 10? Who says that to a kid?”
“Exactly. The church also believed that she was the prophet. Tara stopped telling her parents about the visions, and without anymore visions, the church conveniently explained the whole prophet idea away. It was all very confusing to Tara, but from that point on she started to disagree with a lot of the teaching. By the time she was a teenager, she refused to go to that church with her parents. They were too immersed in it, and could not believe their only daughter was turning her back on her faith, so they made arrangements for her to live with her aunt. She never told me the name of the church or what type of religion it was…that’s just how Tara was, she didn’t talk bad about anyone. She had such a beautiful spirit, she loved everybody, and when you were around her you could feel that love and positive energy radiating from her. In spite of what she dealt with as a child, she was very spiritual, and had a strong faith in God. She did continue to have visions and dreams, and sometimes she would tell me about them. It wasn’t spooky or psychic, and she never claimed to be clairvoyant or a prophet, she would always say that it was her strong intuition. So being the type of person she was, when she appeared to me after she had died, I didn’t think anything of it, it seemed so natural.”
“Wow, Anthony, she sounded like a remarkable woman.” Nicole says with genuine admiration.
“Yes. Yes, she was.” He says with a bittersweet smile.
“So…is she still here?” Nicole asks with hesitation.
Anthony pauses for a moment, and says, “No, she is not…but I’m OK with that.”
“I have so many questions, but one question still remains…why me? I’m nothing special.” Nicole says quietly, and looks away.
“Nicole, I find that hard to believe. Why don’t I help you with lunch, and we can continue talking, and we’ll find the answers together. After all, this is just the beginning.” Anthony says as he takes her by the hand, and leads her into the kitchen.
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