This is part 17. Click here to start at the beginning of the story
“Did you have a good nap?” Thorson’s mom was grinning at Thorson, who had fallen asleep while watching “The Price of Milk.” His head felt foggy, and it took him a while to realize that he was actually awake. He was sitting in the recliner in the living room of his home, and his parents were snuggling together on the couch…but the last thing that he had remembered was watching this movie while holding Bertha’s hand…down in Seattle. It took a while for the fog to clear enough for him to realize that he had never been to Seattle, and his memory of holding Bertha’s hand must have just been a delicious part of a dream.
He was crushed that he wasn’t actually with Bertha, but as he became increasingly aware of the facts of reality and the fiction of his dream, he was relieved to realize that Bertha’s accident had been part of his dream too.
It wasn’t a day with a scheduled Skype call, but Thorson felt an overwhelming desire to see if Bertha was by her computer…to call her and see if she was, indeed, all right. So he went to his room and initiated a Skype call. He sighed with relief when his call was accepted almost immediately. He was shocked, though, to see the wrong person staring at him from the computer screen. The brunette girl who looked at him was, without doubt, also attractive, but nothing compared to Bertha. She looked to be a bit older than Bertha…maybe 16 or so.
This girl had a mischievous grin on her face, but when she noticed Thorson’s shocked look, she quickly said, “You must be Thorson!”
When Thorson admitted that, yes, he was indeed Thorson, the girl said, “Bertha’s out of the room right now, but I saw your Skype request come up…and since Bertha has done nothing but talk about you for the last few weeks, I just had to meet you for myself!”
Thorson was still a bit confused…Bertha had told him that she had no siblings. His confusion must have showed, because the girl continued, “I’m sorry, I should introduce myself! I’m Bertha’s friend Samantha…but everyone calls me Sam. Oh hang on…I hear someone coming.”
Thorson could see the door of Bertha’s room open up, and Bertha walked in. Samantha’s face turned away from the camera, and he heard her voice say, “Hey Berth…I just met Thorson!”
Sam got out of the chair so that Bertha could sit down. Thorson wanted to tell her about his dream, but wasn’t sure that he wanted to with one of Bertha’s friends in the room. To his great relief, he heard Sam’s off-camera voice say, “I should probably be going…besides, you probably don’t want me listening in on your conversation with your boyfriend.” Bertha flushed a bit at that comment, but quickly recovered. She said goodbye to her friend and gave her a quick hug, but then turned her attention to the computer.
“Hey Thord! I wasn’t expecting to hear from you today. What’s up?”
Her smile was SO beautiful!
Thorson told her about his dream (but left out the hand-holding part, as he still didn’t know what Bertha’s feelings were about him). She laughed and said, “You’re sweet, Thord! But I’m OK. Nothing like that has happened to me, and hopefully won’t!”
Thorson admitted to her that, although it would really be nice to come and meet her in person, he was quite happy that it had all been a dream…especially since it meant that Bertha was alright.
They talked for well over an hour. It was good to chat…especially after his dream in which Bertha lay injured in a hospital room.
When they finally said goodbye, Thorson practically floated out of his bedroom. His mom took one look at him and said, “How’s your girlfriend?” Now while Thorson had told his mom about Bertha in his dream, he had not, in actual fact, made mention of Bertha to his mom.
“Um…I don’t have a girlfriend,” he said. After all, it wasn’t strictly a lie, since he hadn’t gotten up the nerve to ask her if she liked him yet.
“You wouldn’t have that giddy, dazed look about you if you didn’t. Spill.”
Knowing that his mom wasn’t about to let him get away without talking, he told her about the girl he had seen in the movie “The Disaster”, and how he and she had started tweeting each other, sending emails back and forth, and even Skyping for the last while. He also told her that they weren’t exactly boyfriend and girlfriend…but he hoped that maybe, someday, that would happen. For some reason, he expected that his mom wouldn’t be as understanding as his dad had been, so he waited for her to tell him to “stop being silly…you’ll never be a boyfriend to a movie star!” or something along that line. Instead, she put her arm around his shoulder and said, “It’s too bad that you live so far apart. That can be a challenge…but at least you have modern technology to make talking to her a bit easier. Maybe next time you Skype you could introduce me to her?”
“Um…Maybe. Thanks Mom!”
As good as it had felt to talk to Bertha after his dream, he was surprised at how good it felt that his Mom was in on his secret…and that she was OK with it!
~~to be continued~~ (part 18 is here)