The Cursed Canoe
Excerpt
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Emma do a double-take at the wine shop.
“Actually,” Emma waved her hand to get my attention, “don’t call back. Let him wait. You don’t want to look too eager. You know he’s there and you have his room number, right? I have a plan.”
“A plan? Why does there have to be a plan? What are you talking about?”
“You don’t want to grow old alone, do you? Here’s what you do. You know what kind of wine Donnie likes?”
“I think so.”
“Go in there and pick something out you know he loves. We’ll get checked in, you go shower and clean up, and bring the bottle of wine to his room. Let nature take its course.”
Emma took my arm and moved me toward the door of the wine shop.
“I don’t know, Emma—”
“It’ll be perfect. It’s exactly like the story of Ruth and Boaz.”
“I don’t think Ruth stopped by Boaz’s hotel room with a bottle of Vino Nobile di Montepulciano.”
“No, but she waited until he was asleep, and climbed under the covers with him.”
“What?” I protested. “No, she didn’t! I mean, not the way you’re making it sound.”
“Oh yes she did, Molly. She let him know she was interested. She didn’t leave any doubt. She got cleaned up, put on some nice perfume, and snuck into where Boaz was sleeping. And her mother in law was the one who put her up to it.”
A woman inside the wine shop stepped out from behind the counter and beckoned us inside. We smiled at her and entered the narrow space. It was stacked floor to ceiling with bottles.
“What do you know about Ruth and Boaz?” I whispered to Emma. “You’re Buddhist!”
I scanned the shelves for something reasonably priced that I could buy for myself. They didn’t offer much in my preferred price range, and certainly nothing that came in a box.
“So?” she whispered back. “Aren’t you the one who said an educated person should know about the world’s different belief systems?”
“When did I say that?”
“At our last General Education Committee meeting.”
“Oh. Maybe you’re right. I guess it sounds like something I might say.”
“You did say it. In fact, Molly, what do you know about Buddhism?”
“What do you mean?”
“You’re an educated person. Tell me something you know about Buddhism.”
“Buddhism? Uh, well, there’s Nirvana, and you have a…”
I knew there was some kind of wheel. Wheel of fortune? That couldn’t be right.
“Oh, this is childish, Emma. It’s not a competition. Come on, help me pick out the wine.”
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