Lila left the cafe and headed out the back of the hotel towards the beach house. It was bad enough she had listened to a dream and come back to Miami, but now to be harassed by some guy. She wanted to slap his smug face. The heels of her shoes sinking deeper into the sand. Not the best shoes to walk on the beach. Anger continued to grow as she walked.
A fierce wind whipped the scarf from around her neck. She was not dressed for the beach, but would not turn back. Each step a moment closer to speaking with the golden man she had learned was Jacob. She knew no Jacobs in her life. Once again the calm of knowing him. Why can I not place where I know him from?
The wind continued to whirl around her, and the sand began a minor annoyance in her shoes and her face. Lila stopped to take her shoes off. The closer she got to the beach house the fiercer the wind. As the old folks would say, this had to be a sign. One she should listen to. A pause, the man from the restaurant was on the steps of the beach house.
“Well, well, look who is here,” Paul said. Ignoring his comment, Lila asked, “Is your friend here?” “You still claim to not know Jacob?” he asked. “Listen, mister, I do not know you and or your friend. I want to know why you are following me. I would ask him if he sent you.” Lila said.
“He’s not here,” Paul stated. “You can tell him for me, both of you can jump in that ocean. Do not worry about me. I am leaving, time for me to go home.” Paul laughed. “You came this way to speak to Jacob, and now you are going home.” Lila walked up to Paul and put her finger in his chest. “I do not know the game either of you is playing but I am over sixty, and I do not have time for this.” She turned and started back to the hotel. Paul yelled after her, “You are the one playing a game. I will find out what it is.” Lila continued to walk. The trip had been troubling from start to finish.
As she walked, she attempted to put the dream in place and find what or whom the dream referred to. She had now seen the beach house, looking out on the horizon she saw cranes and a small bridge. Obviously, she was in the right place. Blinking the cranes and bridge disappeared. Lila stopped short. I know I saw them. Am I losing my mind? The wind picked up again. She walked to the edge of the water and sank down. The water was cool to the touch even though the sun was warm on her back. The words your heart repeated several times. Is this place my heart or is there someone here that is my heart?
As Lila looked out into the ocean, the beach house was the only image she saw.