up in bed with a start. I suddenly knew exactly who to call. I looked at the clock. It was ten forty five but nine forty five in New Orleans.
Picking up the phone, I started dialing. Delilah answered after the first ring. She sounded wide awake. When she heard my voice, she laughed. “I was just thinking about you and wondering what you needed.”
Delilah is a beautiful tall black Creole woman, who was raised in the bayou of Terrebonne Parrish, Louisiana. She is the cook and housekeeper of Dave Boudreau, who took me in, when I was a runaway, at age fifteen. She is one of my best friends. She has remarkable insight and I thought she could help us.
“ Delilah, I do need your help, but I’m in Monroe Beach, Georgia. Do you think Dave would let you come over here?”
“What you mean, Dave let me? He don’t tell me what to do, no. I spank his little bottom, me. Where I fly into?”
I felt so relieved, “Really, Delilah? Are you coming?”
“Sure nuff, my friend need me, right?”
“Thank you so much, Delilah. You can fly into Jacksonville, Florida. I’ll make the reservations for you and call you back.”
Hanging up immediately, I called the airlines and made arrangements. She would be coming in the next afternoon. I dialed her back with the information. Then I was ready to sleep.
“I also want to call Dr. Anna,” I was thinking as I dozed off.
The next morning I found Sarah running down the beach. She stopped when she saw me, talking a towel from around her neck and wiping her sweaty face.
“You’re up mighty early, aren’t you, Judith?” She asked as she sat down on a sand dune and patted the spot next to her, inviting me to join her.
“This is early, for me,” I said as I joined her. “I hoped to find you down here. Do you want to go with me to Jacksonville, Florida to pick up Delilah?”
“I would love to. What time does her flight get in?”
“Not until 12:00 noon”
“ Could we leave early, so we can shop while we’re there?”
I agreed. We planned to meet Delilah in Jacksonville, have lunch and then go out to Ocean Sands to see Dr. Anna. I had called her early this morning and she suggested that we stay in one of the cottages on the grounds of the psychiatric center. She said she would try to take some time off and join us.
We left the next morning at nine. Shopping at The Avenues Mall, I was reminded of Mimi and how she took every opportunity to shop. The last time she and I had shopped together at the Avenues, was when we were waiting for Julia to come out of a coma.
Sarah and I were running late as we headed for the airport. As it turned out, Delilah’s flight was delayed. It didn’t get in until 2:10 p.m. I had told her to wait and have lunch with us, and not eat on the plane.
This was only the second time Delilah had flown, and the second time she had been to Jacksonville. The first time had been when she had been asked, by the FBI, to come here to identify a dirty judge. I spotted her and waved. She looked frazzled from the flight, but when she saw me, she became more relaxed and hurried over.
She grabbed me in a bear hug. “How’s my baby? I’m so sorry about Ben, me. I didn’t know him long but I loved that boy.”
I got chocked up, knowing everything was going to be all right now that Delilah was there.
“You must be Sarah,” Delilah said as she held both of Sarah’s hands. “Don’t worry; this is a good thing you’re going through. I know it feels awful, but you will accomplish great things.”
Gazing more deeply into Sarah’s eyes, Delilah continued. “You, Beth, Elizabeth, and the mute boy will fix everything. The folks in the mirror are benevolent. The man in your dreams? Something tell me he be the killer, but it ain’t clear. It’s like someone else is telling me he be the killer. I’m sorry. Sometimes I sees things I don’t understand.”
Sarah looked at me with a surprised look in her eyes.
I shrugged. “I didn’t tell Delilah anything.
Picking up the phone, I started dialing. Delilah answered after the first ring. She sounded wide awake. When she heard my voice, she laughed. “I was just thinking about you and wondering what you needed.”
Delilah is a beautiful tall black Creole woman, who was raised in the bayou of Terrebonne Parrish, Louisiana. She is the cook and housekeeper of Dave Boudreau, who took me in, when I was a runaway, at age fifteen. She is one of my best friends. She has remarkable insight and I thought she could help us.
“ Delilah, I do need your help, but I’m in Monroe Beach, Georgia. Do you think Dave would let you come over here?”
“What you mean, Dave let me? He don’t tell me what to do, no. I spank his little bottom, me. Where I fly into?”
I felt so relieved, “Really, Delilah? Are you coming?”
“Sure nuff, my friend need me, right?”
“Thank you so much, Delilah. You can fly into Jacksonville, Florida. I’ll make the reservations for you and call you back.”
Hanging up immediately, I called the airlines and made arrangements. She would be coming in the next afternoon. I dialed her back with the information. Then I was ready to sleep.
“I also want to call Dr. Anna,” I was thinking as I dozed off.
The next morning I found Sarah running down the beach. She stopped when she saw me, talking a towel from around her neck and wiping her sweaty face.
“You’re up mighty early, aren’t you, Judith?” She asked as she sat down on a sand dune and patted the spot next to her, inviting me to join her.
“This is early, for me,” I said as I joined her. “I hoped to find you down here. Do you want to go with me to Jacksonville, Florida to pick up Delilah?”
“I would love to. What time does her flight get in?”
“Not until 12:00 noon”
“ Could we leave early, so we can shop while we’re there?”
I agreed. We planned to meet Delilah in Jacksonville, have lunch and then go out to Ocean Sands to see Dr. Anna. I had called her early this morning and she suggested that we stay in one of the cottages on the grounds of the psychiatric center. She said she would try to take some time off and join us.
We left the next morning at nine. Shopping at The Avenues Mall, I was reminded of Mimi and how she took every opportunity to shop. The last time she and I had shopped together at the Avenues, was when we were waiting for Julia to come out of a coma.
Sarah and I were running late as we headed for the airport. As it turned out, Delilah’s flight was delayed. It didn’t get in until 2:10 p.m. I had told her to wait and have lunch with us, and not eat on the plane.
This was only the second time Delilah had flown, and the second time she had been to Jacksonville. The first time had been when she had been asked, by the FBI, to come here to identify a dirty judge. I spotted her and waved. She looked frazzled from the flight, but when she saw me, she became more relaxed and hurried over.
She grabbed me in a bear hug. “How’s my baby? I’m so sorry about Ben, me. I didn’t know him long but I loved that boy.”
I got chocked up, knowing everything was going to be all right now that Delilah was there.
“You must be Sarah,” Delilah said as she held both of Sarah’s hands. “Don’t worry; this is a good thing you’re going through. I know it feels awful, but you will accomplish great things.”
Gazing more deeply into Sarah’s eyes, Delilah continued. “You, Beth, Elizabeth, and the mute boy will fix everything. The folks in the mirror are benevolent. The man in your dreams? Something tell me he be the killer, but it ain’t clear. It’s like someone else is telling me he be the killer. I’m sorry. Sometimes I sees things I don’t understand.”
Sarah looked at me with a surprised look in her eyes.
I shrugged. “I didn’t tell Delilah anything.
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