Want to hear more of Ginna and Lauren's story? It's in "Mountaintops and Valleys", Book 3 of "The Peaks at the Edge of the World" by M.F. Erler
Ginna sighed as she hung up the phone. So Mom was having an affair—that seemed pretty clear. Not that she hadn’t suspected--after all, she wasn’t born yesterday.
‘I just don’t want Mom to get hurt again,’ she thought.
She understood how Mom still felt the pain of the divorce. But why couldn’t she find someone closer to her own age—someone who wasn’t already married?
Well, Deer Path was a small town, she knew, and there weren’t a lot of eligible guys around. She had a boyfriend now at school, Ryan. He was fun to be with, but she couldn’t see spending the rest of her life with him. It was just nice to have a date to Prom, and someone to hang out with on weekends.
Danny was in junior high now, and seemed to be getting established with a circle of friends. In fact, tonight he was studying at
Devon’s, and would stay the night. Sure, it was a school night, but their mother
was lenient about such things.
Thinking of Ryan made her wonder what kinds of feelings her mother had for John Cameron. ‘I guess I really don’t know how it feels to be in love—yet.
She wondered how it had felt for her mother when she had first fallen in love with Tim. They’d met in high school, too. But now Mom had been warning Ginna not to marry too young—like she and Tim had. Still, they had been happy once—they must have.
‘I guess I can understand Mom feeling like she needs to get even with Dad,’ she thought. ‘But is this the way to do it? I shouldn’t be in this position, having to lecture my own mother on morality. It should be the other way around. But maybe it’s better to say what I think and get criticized for it. The other way—if I don’t say what I think—I may wish later that I did.’
So, with a sigh, she decided to tell Mom how she really felt about this, and got out her new cell phone to send her a text.
After she’d sent the text, she found she could not get her mind off the divorce—that was really frustrating! The big split hadn’t come until Ginna was almost twelve. She could still hear the angry words in her mind:
“I’ve found someone else, Lauren. I’m sorry--”
“You bastard! Why? Wasn’t I good enough for you? Wasn’t it enough that I gave up my career for yours? That I gave you two beautiful children! How can you do this to us?”
“You always talk about what you gave up! Don’t you see that makes me feel guilty?”
“Why should you feel guilty? I love you, and I’d do anything for you, Tim!”
“The only thing you can do for me now is to let me go free!”
“Alright then—go free! Get out of here, and never come back! I don’t want to ever see your lying face again!”
Of course, Ginna knew they did have to see each other again—in divorce court. Each had to hire a lawyer, to help sort out who got what—Dad got the house, because by that time Mom had found this job in
Colorado. Mom had custody of her and Danny, and Dad had
some visitation rights. But for some
reason that Ginna didn’t understand, he’d never used them. She and Danny had not seen him for the five
years since the divorce.
Now Ginna found tears sliding down her cheeks. She should be over all this by now! Why did she have to even think about it? Angry with herself, she stomped onto the rickety back porch and looked westward toward the
Rocky Mountains, that loomed far
away on the horizon.
Once—nearly five years ago now—she and Danny had stood looking at a sunset similar to this one. And the two strangers had come—
Jon and Jael.
They were time-travelers from the future, a Parallel Universe, they
said. Their story had been one of
finding hope in spite of trials and problems, and it had seemed to help Danny
somehow. She was not sure whether
anything would help her with the swirling turmoil of emotions she kept locked
The second time they had come, Martina—Jael’s sister-- had come, too. Having another girl to talk to had helped some. For a while she had been ‘inside’ Martina, too—sharing all her emotions and thoughts—both the good and the bad.
“I could sure use a visit now,” she sighed aloud. “I really miss Martina. But I know they don’t come when I want them—only when I really need them.”
Still, she kept her gaze on the horizon, wishing she could see figures walking toward her—as they did before. Soon, however, the sun dipped behind the Front Range (as Colorado people called it) and the shadows of evening stretched across the open field behind their house.
This little old house on the edge of town was supposed to have been temporary—“until we can find something better”—Mom had said. But she didn’t even bother with saying that anymore. Every time Dad’s child support was late—or didn’t come at all—she would just shrug and say, “Guess we’ll just keep on renting for awhile.”