Suddenly my hands began to shake and my head felt as though sparks were once again igniting inside. The tingles travelled once again through my body. I stood up. I blinked my eyes. I was back in my apartment.
“Thank you God,” I whispered, as I looked upward.
The phone ran. I picked it up.
“Lidana, where the hell have you been?”, an excited voice came from the other end of the line. It was Brent.
“I’ve been trying to get a hold of you for three months now! No one knew where you went to. Everyone was worried sick, including your friends at work.”
Mr. Craig’s face flashed in my mind. How was I going to explain, if I even had a job left to go to?
“Lidana? Are you still there?”
“Sorry Brent. I was just thinking. Where are you calling from?”
“From Toronto. I’m back in town for four months and I wanted to take my beautiful blonde out on a date. There’s only one month left now. So how about it? Are you free for dinner? Maybe you can tell me what you were up to for those three months.”
“Somehow, Brent, I think that would be a bit difficult.”
“Is there someone else?” Brent asked, hesitating.
“You know Brent, I’m not quite sure?”
“Lidana, would you tell me what the hell is wrong?”
“Do you have to use that word so much?”
“What’s wrong with hell?” he asked, quite confused.
I remained silent for a moment.
“Are you sure you want me to answer that?” I finally asked.
“What does that mean?”
“Never mind. What time do you want to meet?” I asked, as I decided being with a friend was probably what I needed more than anything else at that point.
“I’ll pick you up at seven.”
“Sounds good. See you then.”
As I was hanging up the phone, the doorbell rang. I got up slowly and went over to open the door. I stood, stunned, staring at the figure before me.
“YOU!” I shouted.
“Pardon me?” the man asked, with confusion written all over his face.
“I’m sorry to disturb you ma’am, but I’m new in this building and I was just wondering if you would happen to have a screwdriver I could borrow.”
I continued to stare in amazement. It couldn’t be. I must have been losing my mind.
“Did I get you at a bad time?” he asked.
I snapped out of my daze.
“No. I’m sorry. You just look so much like..”. I stopped. “Never mind. Come in, I’ll get you that screwdriver.” ( at this point I was feeling I needed one too, but of the liquid form.)
I went over to a drawer in the kitchen and pulled out the tool. I walked back to the door.
“Here.” I said handing it to him.
“By the way, you’re name wouldn’t happen to be Luc, would it?”
“No ma’am. It’s Daemon.”
“Oh,” I said, feeling rather foolish.
“Thanks for the loan. I’ll have it back to you in about an hour.”
I closed the door behind him. Could it be? Naw. I headed to my room to dress for dinner. Brent would be arriving soon, and I didn’t want to be late.
Now to the ones that read this story, I just might do a follow up, but in the interim, let me please share this with you. I wrote this 25 years ago, and still to this day there are the “yuppies” and their children are now texting at dinner time, always wanting the latest technology, the most expensive clothes (like TNA?? I can get a pair just as nice at Walmart that look the same, just not with the name, for 1/4 the price!!), and if they don’t have everything they asked for for Christmas, they don’t realize what they got, only the one thing they didn’t.
I live in the country, no running water, with the basics. Yes, I have technology, but only what I need to function with. Three beautiful dogs, 3 beautiful cats, some second hand furniture, and some pass-me-downs from my parents that mean the world to me, along with pictures and letters from when I was 11 that I saved.
Our Christmas this year will be the best ever because we are NOT exchanging gifts. For us, this will be about being family. Being together.
Lest we remind our children that Christmas, or even the rest of the year, is not about what you acquire, it’s about what you require, and those around you who love you. Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays with Faith, Love and Hope from me.