Page 20 in the series Before the Pirates Came*
Harry was watching Miranda from the parking lot in his new Porsche 911 GT3 (limited production, 0-60mph in 4.5 seconds). Miranda was no adventurer, that much he knew. What is she doing up there? And isn’t that the snow suit I bought her in Aspen? He fondly recalled that even when she skied she kept a red lipstick in her pocket for touch-ups on the slopes. And who were those rough-looking men cheering her on? Harry frowned. His ex-wife had alot of explaining to do…
Miranda was captivated by the view of the lighthouse, the cold embrace of Lake Michigan, and the quaint shops on Bridge Street below. But most of all, she loved the sight of her boat, her new symbol of guts, grit, and glory. It wasn’t until Ron and Luke lowered her carefully to the ground that she looked toward the parking lot. Luke shouted, ”Welcome to the team, Miranda… I can’t believe you made it!”
There were toasts, high-fives, and congratulations all around as she watched Harry Stowe walk down the ramp, not looking pleased. Even so, he was more handsome than ever; tall and fit and wearing those gorgeous loafers he bought on their last trip to Italy. Miranda hadn’t been shopping in ages (except for West Marine to order replacement parts). Come to think of it, she hadn’t missed shopping at all.
Harry smiled, hugged her, and kissed her forehead. But she could sense him scowling at her friends. He was always the jealous type and liked being in control. Even before she made the introductions, she could feel his anger starting to boil. She was still his ex-wife, after all, and he didn’t like what he was seeing. Miranda put her hand on Harry’s arm and quietly guided him away.
“Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.” 1Corinthians 13:4-5 (NIV)
The spectacle of the tall PVC structures and the festive atmosphere on the dock took Harry by surprise, that’s all. Following marine protocol, he asked permission to come aboard. Miranda did a quick mental inventory to determine whether there was anything down below that she didn’t want him to see, like the coffee can, a pile of cash, or a half empty fifth of scotch. She asked him to take off his shoes so they wouldn’t mark the clean white deck. He scoffed, and came aboard.
Harry raised an eyebrow. Since he first saw the old boat, “Seeking Miranda” had been transformed into a warm, enchanting hideaway. The mahogany woodwork looked rich, even though it needed another coat of varnish. Her little cuddy cabin, the place where she slept and read and dreamed at night was as luxurious as their bed at home– almost. A fringed chenille throw covered the electric blanket that Charlie brought her the other night. Life was good.
Harry was taken aback by her lavish quarters. Miranda was stunned that she really didn’t care. Was she finally growing up? Gaining a vision for herself as a capable adult instead of someone’s arm candy? Harry eased into the reason for his visit. He cleared his throat, smoothed back his hair. He wanted Miranda to come home, back to the castle where she belonged. She opened her eyes wide, couldn’t believe it. He said they could put the past behind them and start over. Harry still loved her.
“Above all else, guard your heart, for it is the wellspring of life.” Proverbs 4:23 (NIV)
Miranda fought back tears. She never expected this. Dreamed about it, but never thought it could happen…
*This story is based on some true events, however, has been fictionalized and all persons appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real people, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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