On the Alberta/Montana Border: Beached

Friday, January 13, 2017

Beached

“And I found this to wear at the beach.” Norma held something up.

Now, I’m assuming, because she said she would be wearing it and the word ‘beach’ was used, that what she was holding would fall under the classification of ‘swimsuit’.

So much for assumptions.

The garment she was displaying so proudly was a mid-calf length dress made of some dark blue material with puffy sleeves and a huge sailor collar. I could see bloomers of the same material lying on the bed behind her.

“Norma—” I was almost afraid to ask, “—where did you get that?”

She laid it on the bed and smoothed the material fondly. “I found it in a trunk up in the attic. Don’t you think it’s the cutest thing you’ve ever seen?”

“Well . . .” Cutest? For a moment, I pictured puppies. Kittens. Baby seals. Even Reggie. “Umm—”

Norma made a face at me. “You’re just jealous because I got it before you could!”

I coughed. Politely. “Well—” I was trying to think of something positive to say. “You—umm—won’t get cold.”

She nodded happily. “It was a miracle I found it. I probably wouldn’t have if the trunk hadn’t tipped over just as I was crossing the floor. This little beauty simply fell out and—here we are! And it fits me!” She leaned toward me. “You know I never would have consented to our little beach vacation if I didn’t have this in my wardrobe.”

“You were going to turn Edith’s friends down?”

“You can’t expect me to stuff all of my parts into one of those skimpy things they call a ‘swimsuit’ can you? Think of the stories!”

I scratched my head and glanced at said parts. She did have a point. Even hidden under several layers of cloth, there certainly seemed to be a lot of them.

Norma looked up from her careful folding of the beach costume. “It was the oddest thing.”

“What?”

“Well, I was downstairs, confiding to Reggie my hesitation in accepting this invitation from Edith and her friends. Then I heard a noise coming from upstairs. I thought it was you.”

“I’ve been downtown all morning.”

“Yeah. I forgot that. Anyways, I came up here to investigate and there was the trunk. And the suit.”

“Really.”

She nodded. “As soon as I saw it I knew I was meant to go swimming.”

I would have known as soon as I saw it that it was time for a rummage sale. But then Norma and I never have thought along the same channels.

“Oh and I brought your suitcase up for you to start packing. I put it—” she turned to point, just as the case she had been talking about suddenly tipped over.

I smiled. All at once the reason Norma ‘found’ her suit became clear. Someone was looking for a weekend alone.

I wonder if Elvis is coming over.