Part XV
I am too stunned to react for approximately three seconds. Then I adjust the backpack on my shoulder. What should I do? Should I just go up to them and say, "Hi, remember me? I'm Tess, your soul mate. You might not really (remember I mean) but we were married in a past life, and guess what, we're aliens! We can go back to our home planet now, or stay here and act like humans."? Or should I get back on that bus and let him live a simple and relatively uncomplicated life?
The bus has already pulled away, so that option is gone. A stiff wind whips through my hair. Sand swirls. I decide to go to the nearest restaurant and fix my hair and face. I'm human enough to want to look good when I talk to Max. Even if he rejects me, I'll know it wasn't for a dirty face… But I know Max, or I did. I know that if his heart reached out to mine, the way I look wouldn't really matter to him. SO this is for me. I want a minute to myself, to get over the shock and get the framework of a plan. I also want to look good, like a queen I guess you could say, instead of like a pauper next to…her.
I emerge from the bathroom with a clean face, shining hair, and clothes that are semi-attractive. I don't want to attract attention, just in case somebody noticed the girl with the dirty face and travel stained clothes go in the bathroom. I venture out, and something makes me turn to look at the counter where Mrs. Parker stood, all those years ago. In a way, this is essential to coming home. I must retrace the steps I took the first time.
First, the Crashdown and an insult from Liz Parker. Got that covered. Next the Valentis, and establishing a kinship with Kyle. Then a day at school, and Max. Max. My heart stops as I see him again, through the window. He is pushing Liz away. I want to run out, grab her hair, and throw myself into his arms. But that would be wrong. And embarrassing. Oh, who the hell cares anymore!
If he rejects me I can always go somewhere else. I hear Florida is like New York but warmer…
I march out, and I know that my face is flushed. I approach them. My resolve has almost deserted me. With the last bit of it, I say, "Hello Max."
He turns so fast I think he might develop whiplash.
I am panting. It is done. The ball is in his court now.