Blissfully Yours. Diann Walker

There goes that motherly thing again.

      “I will.”

      She leaves me to figure it all out on my own. I notice Guacamole scoots into the bathroom where I can’t see him. Sometimes he’s so smart it scares me.

      “Don’t think that because I can’t see you you’re not in trouble,” I call out. I can almost imagine his scaly mouth forming a smug little smile.

      I settle onto my bed. What a day. Well, at least everything is out in the open now. Mitch knows about the vertigo, my fear of heights, Guacamole, everything.

      If he doesn’t send me packing now, he never will. Oh, I like the sounds of that. I don’t allow myself the pleasure of lingering in that thought. The day’s not over yet.

      I say a quick prayer for help, and decide to get back out on the ski lift. That thought alone could make me throw up, but I have to do this. I have to prove myself worthy of staying on—at the resort, not the ski lift—especially after Guacamole’s dramatic entrance. If I go back to Tumbleweed, and if Mom has her way about it, I’ll be destined to a life with Herbert Caudell. A world of beige and polyester.

      Bring on Windsor Mountain.

      I poke my head into the bathroom and see that Guacamole is lying on the floor, back to me, head sideways so that I can see one half of his face. His eye turns in my direction, but he stays perfectly still. He’s trying to ignore me. The little lizard.

      “Don’t think you’ve heard the last from me, young man.” He turns away as though he couldn’t care less. “I don’t know how you got out of the room, but it won’t happen again.” I step into the hallway and pull my bedroom door securely closed behind me.

      Once downstairs, I put my gloves and hat back on, determined to make it to the top of the mountain if it kills me.

      And it just might.

      The sun shines down from a perfect blue sky. Great skiing weather…I think. I don’t know anything about skiing, but I can tell it’s a nice day, after all.

      I thought I could tackle the ski lift right away, but I was wrong. I wander around outside for a while, trying to work up the nerve to ride it. Merely looking up at the coffee shop makes my stomach rumble. The tune of “Climb Every Mountain” runs through my mind, and I want to bang my head against a wall.

      I have to get up there. It’s important to Mitch that I get started training with Lisa. Though I don’t see why she can’t come down to the B and B and teach me. I guess that’s not practical since I can hardly serve the customers from the B and B. I guess I have to take the plunge sometime. Oh, bad choice of words.

      “Mitch won’t care if you want to wait a while, Gwen. You don’t have to do this today.”

      I turn to see Candace. “No use putting it off. I can’t expect Lisa to do all the work simply because I have a fear of heights. If I can’t do this, I’ll have to leave. It’s not fair to Mitch, otherwise. Besides, I need to prove to myself that I can do this.”

      “You want me to go with you?”

      We both stare at the moving cars on the lift.

      “You don’t have to. I can do this,” I say in an effort to convince myself.

      She hooks her arm through mine. “Sure, you can—with a little help from your friend.” I don’t miss the fact that she’s nudging me toward the lift, one step at a time. Some friend.

      I take a deep breath.

      “It will be all right, Gwen. Don’t look down. Keep your eyes focused straight ahead. I’ll be right by your side. You won’t fall. I promise.”

      We’re going up for a fun ride, right? Maybe if I had a bag of cashews, it would help. At the very least, I should be chewing cinnamon gum. We step closer.

      “You still okay?” Candace searches my face.

      I nod and smile as best I can. I swallow hard as we step into place, awaiting our turn.

      “Hold on to my arm if that helps,” she says.

      I nod, not really wanting to talk right now. My bed sounds pretty good. Throw in a can of cashews, a little chocolate, and I’m good to go. That thought alone makes me feel better.

      The ski lift edges closer and scoots us onboard. My heart skips a beat, and I clench my teeth. Keep focused ahead. Don’t look down.

      “I know you’ve had a rotten day so far, but I have to say I admire you for trying to do this again so soon, Gwen. You’re something else.”

      I know Candace is trying to make me feel all brave, but I would really love to get my feet on solid ground again. Keep focused. Keep focused. Completely ignore the fact that my feet could touch treetops. Ignore it, I say.

      “I can tell my brother really likes you,” she says.

      Excuse me, but could you save this conversation for the coffee shop? Somehow I think I would enjoy it more there. Keep focused.

      Farther up we go. I could reach out and touch a cloud, which, of course, I won’t do. It could possibly land me in Heaven. I want to go there someday, but I was rather hoping it wouldn’t be today. Keep focused.

      Emotions swirl and churn with my stomach as we inch our way up the mountain until the ski lift dumps us out at the top. My legs tremble beneath me.

      Once we’re standing upright on level ground, Candace turns to me and grabs my shoulders. “You did it, Gwen! You did it!”

      I look at the retreating ski lift and then back to her. “I did do it, didn’t I?” Just lump me in with the Joan of Arcs of the world. One more giant step for mankind and all that.

      “I knew you could do it.” She’s bragging on me so much, I can almost hear the brass band playing as we march toward the brown building that’s labeled Cool Beanz.

      We step inside and the rich smell of espresso greets us, along with the whir of the cappuccino machine.

      “That’s Lisa Jamison,” Candace says, nodding toward the woman behind the counter.