Sandra Hill - [Vikings I 01] Read Free

knowing what she did today. She’d certainly never get involved with another male chauvinist. She wouldn’t let herself love another Jack. It hurt too much.
    In fact, she didn’t think she’d get married. Sure, there’d been lots of good times with Jack, but men demanded too much of the women they loved. They sucked the very dreams out of them. Barefoot and pregnant, that’s how they all still wanted their women!
    Ruby wiped her tears with a tissue, rewound the tape, and pushed the play button on the cassette machine, trying to forget her worries and all the decisions she’d have to make. Eddie and David knew their parents had problems, but they’d be devastated to find their father gone. Ruby felt as if she were hanging from a cliff by her fingernails. Would she find the strength to climb up or should she just give in and let go?
    Hot tears scalded Ruby’s eyes once again as the mesmerizing voice declared, “You can control your own life.”
    Hah!
    The speaker continued, “Before we start, clear your mind of all other thoughts. Picture yourself floating out of your body—floating…floating…floating…
    “There’s nothing—nothing—in the world you can’thave if you want it badly enough. The mind is a powerful tool.”
    “Oh, God, help me find a way out of this mess,” Ruby prayed aloud. “I don’t know if I can live without Jack.”
    “Some people consider prayer the answer to their problems,” the speaker said, and Ruby’s eyes shot open in surprise. Was she going crazy now, too? Geez! Mental telepathy with a tape recorder!
    “Prayer is fine,” the voice soothed, “but even God wants you to help yourself. I’m telling you there’s nothing in the world you can’t do. Where the will’s strong enough, there is a way!”
    The speaker’s evangelizing voice droned on and on as Ruby allowed her mind to lift out of herself. Totally relaxed, she felt as if she were floating above her own body. A heavenly feeling! Lighter than a feather, her buoyant body drifted from cloud to cloud in a clear blue sky.
    Her problems disappeared. The five extra pounds she’d gained during these past stressful months melted away. She felt twenty years younger.
    Even in her sleep, Ruby smiled.
     
    It was the odor that first pulled Ruby from her deep sleep—human body odor. “Okay, Ruby baby,” she muttered to herself. “Go with the flow.” Sense-dimensional dreams! That would be something to tell her therapist—if she ever got one.
    Ruby opened her eyes lazily, then shut them quickly in horror. When she peeked out again, she realized she must still be asleep, awash in the most realistic dream she’d ever had. About a dozen wretched-looking people, wearing bizarre, drab clothing, like burlap sacks, crowded her in a long boat, which moved swiftly toward shore. By the smell of them, they hadn’t bathed in weeks.
    Ruby wrinkled her nose in distaste and edged awayfrom one toothless harridan, who resembled her flaky cleaning lady Rhoda. She giggled aloud. Imagine! The dream of the century and she got to take her cleaning lady along. Some women got handsome actors like Kevin Costner in their fantasies with his preference for “long, slow, deep, soft, wet kisses that last three days” in Bull Durham; she got Rhoda. How would Rhoda survive without her tabloids?
    “M’God, be you a boy ur a girl?” the Rhoda person exclaimed.
    Ruby realized then that everyone in the boat was staring at her—as if she were the oddball. Ruby looked down at herself. She saw nothing unusual in her Nike-clad feet, her blue jeans and her son’s oversized Brass Balls Saloon T-shirt. Oh, that was probably the problem. The T-shirt logo offended some people.
    She started to explain that her shirt really belonged to her fifteen-year-old son Eddie who had bought it at the shore without her permission, but stopped herself. Really! She didn’t have to defend herself in a dream.
    Ruby smoothed the fabric of her shirt over her slim waist and