The Vision. Linda Blum
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you are not.”
“Yes I am,” she said. Ren sighed.
“When I came to pick you up at work you seemed like you had a rough day. I just want you to relax.”
The mere mention of work made everything come rushing back to her. Now all she could think about was that damn pair of green eyes. She was trying to exorcise them from her mind when her uncle appeared with a tray filled with food. The subtle aromas coming from the steaming plates made her stomach growl. The dreadful green eyes seemed to disappear with each whiff.
Will proceeded to place their plates on the table and set an extra setting for himself.
“I hope you don’t mind,” he said as he sat down. “I need to eat and thought I’d join you.”
“That’s great!” Jay said cheerfully sliding over to make room.
“Did you get your staff problems fixed?” Ren asked
“What staffing problems?” Will asked.
“Matty told us you were short a person tonight,” Judy answered.
Will smirked. “I should have known Melodramatic Matty would mention this.
“Why didn’t you say something? Judy demanded.
“I didn’t want to bother you,” he replied.
“I could have helped you,” Judy huffed.
“I wasn’t about to ask you because I can tell you had a difficult day,” he stated.
“I told her that too, but she’s too stubborn to listen,” Ren said.
Will nodded his head in agreement. “You just have to be stern.” “Stern,” he huffed.
“I think I need to put on some boxing gloves and go a round with her.”
Will “I have a pair in the back if you need them.”
``Excuse me,” Judy injected. “I don’t think I am that difficult.”
Will and Ren both shot hera contradicting look.
“Maybe I can be a bit...” Judy stopped searching for the appropriate word.
“Obstinate,” Ren added.
She flinched at his remark. “Okay, obstinate. I know at times I can be…”
“Bull-headed,” her uncle quickly interjected.
“Determined,” Ren countered. “Headstrong,” her uncle continued.
“Ornery,” Ren said.
Judy was starting to get peeved at the both of them.
“What are you guys, a walking thesaurus?” Judy bellowed.
Ren and Will both smiled in response.
“I get the picture,” Judy said.
The sound of raised voices stopped their conversation. Will turned towards the commotion, but wasn’t concerned.
“Is everything all right?” Judy asked.
Will nodded. “It’s just Mrs. Henderson. She’s hard of hearing and yells when she speaks.”
“Mrs. Henderson,” Judy said in contemplation. “That name sounds familiar.”
“I’ll give you two clues, the nativity scene and superheroes,” Will chuckled.
Judy began laughing so hard tears were forming in her eyes.
Ren looked at the both of them. “What’s so funny?”
“Every year Mrs. Henderson puts together a very unique nativity scene.” Will smiled.
Judy interjected between giggles. “It’s unique all right.”
“Picture this, Baby Jesus is all snug as a bug in his manger, the stars are shining brightly in the sky, sheep are everywhere and surrounding his manger are not just Wise Men but superheroes.”
Ren and Jay burst out laughing.
After they all calmed down Ren asked, “Why does she do that?”
“Mrs. Henderson tends to live in her own reality.” Will replied.
No one could look in Mrs. Henderson’s direction after that without cracking up.
The rest of their evening was an enjoyable one. Even their visit with Aunt Vera went over without a hitch. It wasn’t until one of the members came over to Vera’s table that things changed.
The man’s name was Moe, short for Moses. He was a tall thin man with skeleton-like features. Even his hands were small and bony and when Judy shook them they were cold. Moe had been a member of the church since forever and came from a long line of ministers.
The expectation was for him to follow suit, but he never did.
Everyone in the church loved Moe, especially Aunt Vera. Both were devout Christians who were active in the church and had mixed feelings when it came to Will. Judy, however, felt uneasy around him, which made her feel guilty since everyone else thought he was a saint.
“Judy, Ren, it’s wonderful to see you,” Moe said.
“It’s nice to see you, ” Ren replied shaking Moe’s hand.
“Where’s Jay?” he asked looking around.
“In the playroom,” Ren replied.
Will had built a playroom a few years back called the Kid’s Zone. His purpose for this was to allow parents to enjoy some quiet time together without the hassle and worry of finding a sitter. For a small fee, parents could drop their children off with one of the qualified childcare providers, while they enjoyed a relaxing dinner. The children too could enjoy a meal or just play. Will even set up a quiet area for them to sleep in case some got tired. It became a big hit.
As Ren and Moe talked, Judy stood quietly studying their auras. Ren’s was a bright blue colour while Moe’s was a dark grey. It was interesting to watch the interchange between them on an energy level as both men’s auras at times stayed very close to their bodies then seemed to jump into one another. This went on for some time until Moe’s colour changed to black then jumped past Ren and headed in another direction. The blackness was aimed at her uncle and tried to penetrate into him, but its attempt was unsuccessful as it kept bouncing off. Judy noticed this energy seemed to cling to people innocently passing through its trail making them become agitated. She realized she had better stop this before the room became one big bunch of pissed off people.
“Moe how was the Church Festival?” Judy asked in hopes of distracting him.
“It was good,” he said, briefly looking at her. “We raised a lot of money to put towards the renovations to the church.”
“That’s great,” Judy said.
She purposely moved in front of his line of vision in hopes of breaking the bad energy flow. When she did, she became inundated with anger. She pictured a white colour flowing around Moe and entering into his heart. She chose this colour as it seemed to work on Bob earlier. Moe’s aura eventually changed back to grey and his anger subsided. Judy sighed in relief as she scanned the room to see if anyone was still affected by his previous energy. Only a scattered few people had blackish auras, but it was hard to tell if Moe was truly the cause of this since not everyone could be happy.
Even though he was back to his normal self she still felt uneasy around him. As she stood watching him, sudden images flashed through her mind. They were of a younger Moe cursing God for life’s injustices, as well as his father reprimanding him because of this. He loved God and believed in him, but not with the same conviction that his family had. That’s why he never became a minister because he was a seeker and questioned life. This caused a rift with his father that resulted in unresolved anger that he buried deep within,