Nancy (part 2 of 3)

Nancy

"That's great friendship, really!"

Nancy

Nancy walked out towards a large circular, concrete fountain.  She felt physically weak.  More complete relief came when they sat at the fountain together, again Ador and Matin on her sides.  She was too tired to try anymore.  Additionally, she had become too analytical now to cry.  She was calculating the distance between here and Spain.  We were able to get here, we can get back.

“Let’s get back,”Ador said. “We have to figure things out.”

“I know. It’s here though.  Right here where we figure things out,” Nancy stated.  "It’s you and me and Matin who will figure things out. What do we do? I don’t know. The first thing is to figure out how to tell people we are going back to Spain.”

“No, Nance. It’s just not that easy. Let’s just go back and eat a big fat breakfast.”

“Why?”

“Nancy, they don’t want to go back I think.  I might and I can’t speak for Matin but that’s it,” Ador said argumentatively.

“You can’t take them away! I need them. I’m paying them to help me!”

“Nancy,” Matin said. “You paid them to get you to Crete.  They have all been making plans long before we got here.  They are people too, they have plans for after Crete.”

“That’s great friendship, really!” Nancy said with obvious and bitter sarcasm. 

“You just said: you were paying them,” Matin pointed out. “You’re not paying them to be your friends. You’re paying them to provide a service, to do a job.”

“Yea but you guys could have guided them.  They look up to you.”

“How could we have known this would happen,” Ador shot back.  “I’m sorry.  Judging by how good that felt I think that must have stung. I'm sorry.  It’s just that I get cranky when I get hungry, you know me.  And look at your day so far, Nancy.  It’s crap.  It’s so much crap and is getting worse.  But you’re just taking it out on us.”

“No I’m not.  I’m just trying to –”Nancy stopped.  I can’t figure out what I’m thinking right now.  She also saw Ador ready to argue more.  She was louder than Nancy and more aggressive usually. Best not push her buttons before breakfast. “Let’s just eat and figure out this together, privately,” Nancy said trying not to give up any ground.

Just as they were leaving the pay phone rang.  It was the same pay phone she spoke with Seamus on.  For the first second her feet froze, irrationally she feared the ring and that phone.  It was because of that phone that she was now going back to Spain and not towards Seamus.  But then the second second she couldn’t move fast enough.  It might be him again!  She picked up the receiver.  She heard a cough then, “Nancy?!”  It wasn’t Seamus.