when Nikki bounded out of her chair and announced that she was going for a run to work off the bountiful breakfast sheâd consumed. Within seconds the others joined her.
âSomethingâs going on,â Annie said quietly.
âA revolt is imminent would be my guess. You notice they didnât ask us if we wanted to go for a run,â Myra said quietly.
Annie gasped in horror. âDear, dear Myra, surely you donât think we could keep up with them, do you?â
âNo, but it is nice to be asked. They could have said they were going for a walk and invited us along. We can walk, Annie. Sometimes I think they think weâre not . . . Whatâs that term Iâm looking for?â Myra asked fretfully.
âKathryn would say we arenât cutting it. Holding up our end. If thatâs what you think, youâre wrong. If you and I disappeared from this little group, theyâd be lost without us. They look to us for direction. Not all the time, but we are the glue that holds us all together. Listen to me, Myra, getting caught has had a psychological effect on all of us. Weâve been forced to give up our lives as we knew them. We say weâre adjusting but weâre not. We just keep repeating the lie over and over and sooner or later weâll begin to believe it.â
Myra shrugged as she fingered the pearls at her neck. As she stared off into space she said softly, âIâm so glad you agreed to join us, Annie. I feel I have an ally in you. Why do I feel like I need an ally? Us against them in a manner of speaking. I donât understand where these feelings are coming from. I donât like feeling like this and itâs starting to worry me.â
Annie, her eyes downcast, contemplated the crimson polish on her toenails. âIâm new to all of this, Myra, but I have to admit, I love it. Iâm having the time of my life. The isolation up here on the mountain doesnât bother me at all. Iâve lived here a long time so itâs home to me. Itâs different these days but it is still home. However, I understand what youâre saying. Letâs face it, my friend, weâre old. The girls are young. When youâre young you think youâre infallible. You and I have lost children and weâll never be the same again. We both know that, so it has to be factored into our feelings. Did any of that make sense, Myra?â she asked anxiously.
âYes,â Myra said, patting her old friendâs hand. âNow, what do you think theyâre up to?â
âThis is just my humble opinion . . .â
âJust stop it right now, Annie, you donât have a humble bone in your body.â
âThatâs true,â Annie responded airily. âSo, it is my opinion the girls are scheming and plotting to find a way to go Stateside and not on my yacht. For the life of me I do not understand why Charles wants to take that boat to sea. It takes forever to cross the Atlantic. We might as well swim. At the risk of repeating myself, the girls want some action, sexual and otherwise, and donât look at me like that, Myra. You really have to stop being such a prude.â
Myra got up and started to pace the confines of the terrace, all the while fingering the pearls at her neck. âIâm afraid for Nellie and Pearl. For all of them, actually. Backup is all-important. We were so cocky early on. We thought we were infallible. We werenât, Annie. Our backup was Jack and Harry. Nikki knew it but the rest of us didnât. You also have to factor in all of Charlesâs old friends from his spy days. Weâre half a world away from Nellie and the others. I guess what Iâm trying to say is I want to be there doing whatever I can to help. Backup support is crucial.â
Annie joined Myra at the railing of the terrace. She propped her elbows on it and looked down the mountain, then her gaze went to the sparkling blue ocean. She