Arlene Sachitano - The Quilt Before The Storm

Harriet watched the interplay between the two couples. Lisa and Pat seemed confused, but there was no mistaking the look of absolute hatred on Owen’s face as he glared at Richard. For his part, Richard studied his burrito, refusing to make eye contact with the other man.

“I forgot to lock the truck,” Owen said coldly, and they left the clearing.

Everyone was silent for a moment.

“These are delicious,” Joyce finally said. “Thank you so much for thinking of us.”

“Yes,” Pat said. “Ummm…thanks,” It seemed to pain the woman to say the word.

“Did you stay dry?” Aunt Beth asked Joyce. “During the storm and after?”

“I was up for most of the storm, so I got a little wet, in spite of my wet-weather clothes. Brandy stayed dry as a bone. And the quilts are wonderfully warm. Thank you all so much.”

“Step up,” Jorge announced. “I made enough for everyone.”

The Loose Threads and Tom helped themselves to burritos, and once they all had been served, Jorge fixed himself a plate and sat down with them.

“We thought we’d help you-all clean up the area while we’re here,” Tom said when they’d finished eating. Jorge poked at the remains of the fire, making a space between logs to feed the paper plates into the flames.

“We can definitely use the extra sets of hands,” Joyce said. “Everyone’s space has some amount of branches and debris that were blown in, and the trail has become a river of mud.”

“We brought some tools,” Tom said. “A couple of saws, some shovels, stuff like that.”

“I’ve got a wheelbarrow in my truck,” Jorge offered.

Joyce enlisted Harriet and Lauren, and they took the wheelbarrow into the woods to gather leaves and needles that could be used to recover the muddy trail. Tom and Jorge would take shovels and attempt to scrape the slurry from the top layer of the path, hoping to expose some of the buried rock beneath.

Ronald pulled a mop bucket and toilet brush from behind the log bench and stood up.

“I’ll go swab the ladies’ loo,” he announced and went down the trail toward the restrooms.

Connie and Aunt Beth began collecting errant branches from the common area, stacking them in a pile at Joyce’s direction.

When everyone had begun their tasks, Richard cleared his throat. When everyone ignored him, he went and stood in front of Joyce.

“What shall we do?” he asked.

Harriet and Lauren paused at the edge of the common area to observe the interchange.

“It looks like it’s hurting him to offer,” Lauren said with a smirk.

“I’m sure it is. Notice his wife and daughter aren’t joining him.”

The two women were, in fact, headed back toward the parking lot.

Harriet and Lauren filled their wheelbarrow several times, dumping the debris on the freshly cleared trail each time. The third time they returned, Tom stopped them before they could tilt it onto the trail.

“We’re going to see if we can shore up this muddy stretch with some of the sticks your aunt and Connie are stacking up,” he said.

“Maybe the ladies can take a small break while we find a saw and prepare our branches,” Jorge suggested.

Connie and Beth joined them in the common area. Joyce brought everyone bottled water from one of the two cases Tom had brought.

“The bathroom is sparkling clean,” Ronald said and collapsed onto the long bench next to Connie. His face was red from the exertion of walking back from the bathrooms. “I hope you don’t mind if I join you.”

“Here, have some water,” Harriet said and offered him a bottle. “Are you okay? I mean, do you need to see a doctor about your heart? We could give you a ride somewhere.”

“Thank you for your kindness, but I’m fine. Well, not fine, exactly, but I’m stable. I’m supposed to avoid stress, but as you can see, my life hasn’t cooperated with my doctor’s orders. In fact, I no longer have health insurance and, therefore, no doctor, so there is no one left to order my heart around.”

“I’m sure Joyce and the others don’t want you killing yourself just to keep the bathrooms clean,” Harriet told him.

“Of course we don’t,” Joyce agreed.

“Everyone is expected to do their share of the work around here-it won’t work any other way. Keeping the bathroom clean is the least rigorous task we have.”

Joyce looked exasperated but kept quiet.

“Maybe you could go at it a little slower,” Connie said.

“Go at what a little slower?” Tom asked as he and Jorge came back to the common area with Owen and Kate. Richard trailed them by a few feet, lingering out on the trail.

“Nothing,” Ronald said. “The ladies and I were just nattering on about our little society here.” He spread his arms wide, indicating the camp around him. “Did you come up with a saw?”

“As a matter of fact, we did,” Tom said. “We not only have the two crosscut saws I brought…” He held up two common-looking saws. “…but Owen here had a bow saw and not one but two folding pruning saws.”

Owen held up the smaller saws.

“We aim to please,” he said. “I had these in my truck in case we passed a good U-cut Christmas tree lot in the upcoming week or two.”

“Owen likes to put a tree on the back of the truck for the holidays,” Kate explained.

“Most drivers put a wreath on the front of their truck, I try to be original,” Owen said and looked at his feet. “Seems kind of trivial about now.”

“I think it sounds nice,” Aunt Beth said.

“We want to help with the cleanup,” Kate said.

Owen glanced toward the main trail, but Richard was no longer in sight.

“We need two teams of people,” Jorge said. “One group needs to cut some of the smaller branches into pieces to use for trail repair work, and the other needs to use the bigger saws to cut apart the larger limbs that are blocking the path.”

“I’ll be working on trail repair,” Tom said and took the bow saw and one pruning saw from Owen.

Harriet and Lauren stood up and crossed to stand beside him. Aunt Beth and Connie went with Jorge.

“I think Ronald needs to rest for a bit,” Joyce said after a long look studying the man.

“I agree,” Aunt Beth said. “There are more of us than we need for trail repair anyway.”

“Richard could take over our leaf-gathering,” Lauren suggested with a sly grin.

“We left the wheelbarrow down the path, just beyond Brandy’s spot,” Harriet added, and put her hand up for a high-five when Joyce went to tell him. Lauren slapped her hand, and they turned to follow Tom back toward the parking lot.

“Señora Beth, Señora Connie, Señor Owen, would you care to join me behind the restrooms? I think that tree we all crawled over coming in here is our first opportunity.”

Owen passed his remaining pruning saw to Aunt Beth.

“Since you seem to have a full crew, I think I’ll go try to repair my truck heater again. I thought of another trick that might work until we can get downtown and get a replacement unit,” he said.

Tom handed Harriet a retractable tape measure and the pruning saw when they reached the pavement.

“Cut pieces of branch in two-foot lengths. To the degree possible, have the whole length be the same diameter-between one and two inches. I realize the branches are not straight, but do the best you can with them.”

Once the women started working and Tom had proclaimed them trained, he began cutting larger pieces.

“Do you and Owen come this way very often?” Harriet asked Kate as they held opposite ends of a long stick while Lauren sawed on it.