ESMERELDA, THE TAHOE
GYPSYBy: Deanne Wilsted
AUTHOR NOTE: I always thought the character, Slam,
from my first book, BETTING JESSICA, was interesting enough to deserve his own
story. It was when I was recently in Lake Tahoe and encountered a very nice
girl named Esmerelda that it began to take shape in my brain. So, this story is
dedicated to her.
*
Jessica stepped off the plane in Reno thinking only about
how different this trip was from her last one to Lake Tahoe. Instinctively her
hand went to her chest, where a small, heart shaped pendant hung. It had been a
gift from Erik on their one year anniversary, and she had the habit of holding
onto it whenever she was sad, frightened, excited, or just plain happy.
Being with Erik wasn’t the only difference on this trip. For
one thing, she pulled her luggage behind her this time, safely with her rather
than lost in some airline netherworld. Thank goodness too, because on this trip
her plans included learning to snowboard with Mandy and Sandy, the two friends
she’d met last time. There was no way she’d last long in the freezing snow
wearing only sweats.
Plus, Slam would never let her live it down if she showed up
without warm clothes. She grinned, excited to renew their friendship. She and
her favorite coffee barista/snowboarder in Tahoe hadn’t been very good about
staying in touch. But every now and then she would get a text from him telling her
he’d ‘stomped a landing’; whatever the heck that
meant. She was really looking forward to seeing him. She imagined he’d
appreciate how much less prickly she was now compared to when he had first met
her.
As the taxi pulled into the Resort at Squaw Creek she
thought about the other big difference in this trip and smiled. The catering
company had taken off in a big way.
Rather than having to scrimp and scrounge, this time she could afford a
real vacation, at a real hotel—with her real boyfriend. Erik would be joining her in a couple of
days, after his product launch was complete.
The front desk area was crowded with people, so it took a
few minutes to check in.
“Welcome to Squaw. We have your room ready.” Once Jessica
had handed over her credit card the very proper girl behind the front desk
handed over her plastic room key along with a stack of messages. “You’ve
received a few urgent phone calls,” the girl said.
“Thanks.” Jessica stepped aside and scanned the first
message.
Jess – call us as soon
as you get here. We’ve been trying to reach you. It’s urgent. – Sandy.
All three messages said more or less the same thing. Confused
at what could be so important, she pulled out her cell phone to check for
voicemail. Her hand struck her forehead when she realized she’d forgotten to
take it off airplane mode after landing.
She waited for the phone to turn on while she walked to the
elevators. By the time she got to her room on the third floor she had Sandy’s
number on the screen and was calling it. She stuck her card key in the door and
pushed it open while she waited for Sandy to answer. Instead, she got her
voicemail.
“Hey, this is Sandy. Leave a message. Oh, and if this is
Jessica, call Mandy’s phone. It’s urgent.”
Seriously! She
couldn’t have left more details? She was really going to have to teach
Sandy how to leave a voicemail, she thought as she pulled up Mandy’s phone
number and dialed. She examined the room while she waited for Mandy to answer.
A black onyx fireplace held center stage, and Jessica
shivered at the thought of cuddling up in front of it with Erik. It was such a
nice thought she wished he were with her now. The room also had a little kitchenette,
something that might be handy for breakfast before the slopes. She couldn’t
believe she was finally getting a real, adult vacation, with fun and friends,
and romance. She spun in a circle, embracing all of it until Mandy finally
answered.
“Jess? We need you.” The worry in Mandy’s tone was obvious
from the very first whispered word. Her spin came to a dead stop, almost
throwing her off balance.
“What’s wrong?"
“It’s Slam. There was, there was…” Mandy’s crying kept her
from finishing, but Sandy must have grabbed the phone.
“He’s okay,” Sandy assured Jessica, although it sounded more
like she was trying to reassure herself. “Or, at least, he will be, as soon as
he wakes up.”
*
Jessica stood by Slam’s hospital bed staring down at the guy
she’d flirted with over a year ago. Now, with his longish brown hair stuck to
the pillow, his eyes closed and his face calm, he looked no older than twelve.
She shook her head to dispel the image of him at that age; it only made her
feel more worried and sad. She pulled a chair over to the bed and sat down,
taking her turn as guard.
Sandy and Mandy had been waiting when she had rushed into
his room an hour earlier. Once she’d gotten all the details and finally
convinced them she was fine to stay on her own, they had gone off to get some
much needed food and rest. The beep of the monitor at the head of the bed was
like the soundtrack for her imagination. They’d told her his jump had gone
wrong almost immediately.
“It was, like, a totally sick spill,” Mandy had said.
As usual, Sandy had taken up where she left off. “Yeah, like
he was hittin’ it hard, and,”
“—went to grab off the top. But,—”
“—his heel dragged and the edge caught.”
“It was knarley.”
Jessica had become lost about halfway through their
dialogue. It didn’t matter. Even if she’d known who was talking she would only
have understood about half the words. Still, it was enough. Even she could understand that in this case sick and knarley were a bad thing.
They had explained that grabbing meant he had reached over
and tried to hold onto the front of his snow board. Her imagination could
handle the rest. A vision of him launching himself into the air and coming down
on his head replayed over and over in her brain. The MRI they had done had shown
brain trauma, but no neck or spinal damage; so that was a good thing. Still,
shouldn’t he be awake by now?
She glanced at her watch and was surprised to find she’d
been sitting there for an hour and a half. Sandy would soon be back to relieve
her. Although she hoped her friend had gotten enough time to relax, she
couldn’t deny a shower sounded pretty good right now.
She was reaching into her purse to pull out her iPhone and
text Erik when an attractive female hospital person walked in. “Hi. I’m Leslie.
Slam’s doctor.”
“Hi. I’m a friend- Jessica.” They shook hands, taking each
other’s measure.
The doctor moved over to Slam’s bedside, took his pulse and then
listened to his chest. “His breathing sounds good and his heartbeat is normal.
Given his vitals are steady the best thing for him right now is rest.”
“O-o-kay,”
Jessica said. “But, I mean, shouldn’t he have awakened by now?”
“It’s pretty normal in cases like this for the body to
protect the brain by resting. I’d be more worried if I didn’t see some movement
of his face and eyelids.”
Jessica examined his face more closely and noticed that,
indeed, his eyelids were twitching every now and then. How had she missed that?
“So he’ll be okay?”
The doctor glanced at her chart again. “I don’t see any
reason for alarm right now. I’ll check back in about an hour to see if there’s
any change. Let me know if he says anything or wakes up. Okay?”
“Definitely!” Jessica nodded so vigorously she felt her
short ponytail hit her neck.
The doctor left and once again it was just her and Slam. Needing
to reassure herself that his body was warm, Jessica reached out and took his
hand. “Please wake up,” she whispered.
She felt his hand twitch under her own and thought she saw his lips move.
Had he said something? She thought she’d heard him mumble,
but maybe not.
“Slam? Can you hear me?” she asked softly.
All was quiet and still. Jessica was about to attribute his
movement to her imagination when his fingers curled around her own.
“Esmerelda!” This
time there was no mistaking it; Slam had spoken.
*
“Are you sure?” Sandy asked for the hundredth time.
They’d been sitting by Slam’s bed for the last forty-five minutes
waiting for him to speak again, but he’d remained silent.
“Of course I’m sure,” she snapped, then felt immediately
contrite. “I’m sorry. It’s just- I’m starting to question it myself.”
“You should go back to the hotel,” Mandy told Jessica. It
was ten p.m. and they had decided to take three hour shifts with him, but
Jessica refused to leave. She knew the idea that if she stayed he would wake up
was irrational, but she couldn’t get herself to walk out the door.
“I’m not really tired,” she said, eyes fixed on Slam’s lips.
Come on… speak! “How about I stay for
this shift and leave when you get back, Mandy?”
She heard both girls sigh behind her, but she refused to
glance away in case she missed something. Neither of them made a move to leave
either. Apparently they were all going to play chicken to see who wore down
first.
“Maybe if we talked to him or something?” Sandy said. “He
might wake up if he knew his friends were worried about him.”
“Speaking of friends,” Jessica said, “who’s this Esmerelda girl
anyway?”
She heard the squeak of chair legs against the linoleum
floor, and barely glancing up from Slam, caught Mandy’s face as she sat down
across from her.
“No idea,” Mandy said. “Last I heard he was dating a girl
named Beatrice.”
This finally dragged Jessica’s attention away from Slam’s
serene face.
“What? Are you kidding?” She held her hand over her mouth. “Her
name was Beatrice?”
“Seriously,” Sandy said with an answering grin. “In fact, we
should probably call her or something.”
“She moved away,” Mandy said. “Apparently she thought winter
here would be less cold.”
They all giggled at the idea of Slam dating a girl whose
name was Beatrice and who didn’t like the cold.
It was two in the morning when Jessica awakened, neck stiff
from having fallen asleep slumped over on Slam’s bed. Across from her Mandy was
fast asleep. And given the snoring coming from behind her, she guessed Sandy was
also down for the count. She tried to rub the kinks out of her neck while
scanning Slam’s face for signs of movement. As before, his face seemed as still
as Lake Tahoe first thing on a summer’s morning, before the boats began to
create waves.
She debated waking up the others but instead let them sleep
on and leaned her head on her hands.
“Oh Slam,” she whispered. “How am I supposed to learn to
snowboard without you?”
His eyelids twitched and Jessica focused intently on his
mouth. “That’s right,” she went on. “Come on, wake up so you can tell me all
about rippin’ or hittin’ or whatever it is I’m supposed to do with my
snowboard.”
“Es?” The word was
like a ghost of itself, whispered across the beeping monitor.
Jessica reached over and shook Mandy. “Wake up,” she said.
“He’s talking again.”
“Wha…?” Mandy sat up blinking.
“Esmerelda?” The
call sounded more urgent this time.
“Did he just speak?” Mandy demanded.
“Yes! I told you.”
Mandy jumped up and ran over to Sandy, shaking her awake.
“He’s talking,” she told her.
They hovered over the bed trying different way to get him to
say something again. But he was silent. When the clock hit three a.m. Jessica
finally gave up. Her head was pounding, her eyes stung, and her neck would
probably be stuck cockeyed for weeks.
“I give,” she said. “Let me get a few hours’ sleep and I’ll
be back.”
By their yawns and cloudy eyes it wouldn’t be long before Sandy
and Mandy were both asleep as well- just not as comfortably.
*
Jessica groaned aloud when her wake-up call seemed to blast
into the still hotel room at 5:40 am. How could she have been asleep for two
hours already? She yawned and dragged herself out of bed, glad she had slept in
her sweats so she could simply pull on her down jacket and boots and stumble to
the elevator.
In the lobby an older couple sat by the fire, sipping a cup
of the complimentary coffee the hotel offered. Jessica was drawn toward the
scent of the roast beans like a sticky fingered child toward a freshly cleaned
window.
Slim fingers reached out and stopped her before she could
pump any coffee into her cup. “Use the other one.”
“Huh?” She stared at the coffee pot the girl had pointed her
toward, but it said decaf. There was no way she’d survive without some
caffeine.
At that moment a hotel clerk rushed up to them and,
apologizing profusely, switched the signs on the coffee pots.
“Thanks,” Jessica said to the pretty dark haired girl who
had warned her. “You must be psychic. Decaf would not have worked for me this morning.”
Despite the girl’s dark complexion, Jessica saw her cheeks
turn pink.
“I, um, well, actually, I am a little bit psychic.” She
laughed, filling up her own Styrofoam coffee cup. “But in this case I’ll just
claim to have good taste buds. This is my second cup of coffee.”
Jessica smiled, studying the girl more closely. Oddly
enough, her gypsy like appearance made her seem exactly as Jessica expected for
a psychic. Dark, almost black hair hung in loose curls down to her shoulders.
She had on huge gold dangly earrings and multiple gems glistened from the rings
on her long, tapered fingers. Most striking of all, though, her bright green
eyes stared into Jessica’s face, as if reading her soul. Immediately thoughts
of Slam crossed Jessica’s mind and she knew she had to ask this girl if he
would be okay.
“So, um, you’re really a psychic?” she asked, walking with
her over to the fireplace.
“Well, sort of,” the girl answered. “My mom’s the real deal;
mostly I use it to tell me when someone is ready to order their drink.” She
laughed at Jessica’s confusion. “I’m actually a cocktail waitress at the beach
in the summer- and here at the hotel in the winter.”
“Ahhhhh,” Jessica said. So asking her anything would obviously
be a waste of time. Still, she found the question spilling from her mouth
before she could stop it. “Can you tell me if my friend is going to be alright?”
The girl got a strange, faraway expression on her face, and
then her eyes grew wide and the fingers holding her coffee cup shook, spilling
coffee over the edge.
“What
friend? Who? Shit.” She grabbed her purse and with a panicked look in her eyes
she turned toward the door. “Sorry. I have to go. I, uh… I’m sure your friend
will be fine but I just saw something about someone I know and, shit! How did I
miss it?” she mumbled, racing from the lobby at lightning speed.
Weird. Lucky Jess
hadn’t counted on the girl for any real information. Clearly she was nutso.
*
Back at the hospital Jessica stopped at the café to grab two
cups of coffee for her friends and then made her way to Slam’s room. Hopefully
Sandy and Mandy would still be asleep and she could wake them gently before
sending them home to get some real rest. At the nurse’s station she asked about
Slam’s status. She was glad when they said he was fine, but worried that he was
still out.
She took a deep breath before pushing the door to his room
open. She almost choked on her own gasp.
The dark haired girl knelt by Slam’s bedside in tears, holding Slam’s hand and
whispering to him urgently. Sandy and Mandy stood at the end of the bed,
eyebrows raised.
The girl didn’t even look up as Jessica hurried over to her
friends.
“Jessica, meet Esmerelda,” Sandy said.
“Yeah, she like totally ran in here a few minutes ago, claiming
she’d had a vision that Slam was hurt.” Mandy rolled her eyes.
Jessica’s laughter must have surprised Mandy, but she was
too amazed to hold it in. She stepped over to the bed and lowered her face eye
level with the beautiful gypsy girl.
“Hi Esmerelda,” she said. “I’m Jessica- and Slam’s been
asking for you.”
Esmerelda peered up at her with worried eyes. “Will he be
okay?” It was ironic that she was the one now asking the same question Jessica
had not thirty minutes earlier.
Jessica focused on Slam. His eyes were still closed but they
were twitching so aggressively now that he looked like a dreaming dog. They
four girls watched his mouth curl up into a smile.
“Es?” he asked, briefly opening them before shutting them
tightly again. “Ouch.”
Sandy ran out of the room to get the nurse, and Esmerelda
lay her head on Slam’s chest, the dangly earrings clinking onto his hospital
gown.
“Hi Slam,” Jessica said from his other side.
“Hey Jess,” he whispered, eyes still closed. “Glad you made
it.”
“Couldn’t have missed it for the world!” Nothing had ever
been so true. Meeting Esmerelda, the Tahoe gypsy, had been more than
coincidence; it had been fate.
THE END
This story was based on characters from Deanne Wilsted's first book, BETTING JESSICA. Deanne's books, along with her bio, can be found at:
