The next day at work found Dave Frankston feeling elated. Everything was going as planned and now Conno had phoned him yesterday evening with the news that he was coming to the reunion, he could start making arrangements. First on his list was contacting Debbie’s biological mother. Suddenly, elation made way for a surge of anxiety. How would her mother react? ‘Well, mate, there’s no turning back now,’ he said to himself as he poured himself a cup of nice strong tea and walked over to his desk.
“Hey Conno, how’s it going?” Dave Frankston greeted on the phone and then swallowed the bite he had just taken of his pizza. He was thrilled that Giuseppe had decided to ring him.
“You know, Mr. Frankston, I’ve been thinking about your offer the other day. It’s put things into a different perspective.”
Dave raised his eyebrows.
“After leaving Bee, I lost all hope of ever seeing her again. Your contacting me has brought back heaps of memories that made me realize how much I’ve missed her and how much pain I’ve been suppressing all these years.”
“Hmm, I thought it would.”
“Now, I see life’s given me a new chance,” Giuseppe continued. “And I’m taking it, Mr. Frankston!” he half shouted down the phone as his heart pounded with excitement.
When Giuseppe woke up on the day after he had spoken to Mr. Frankston on the phone, he intuitively reached for the cowry shell hanging around his neck. With his eyes still closed, he gently rubbed the shell between his fingers and tried to recall what he had dreamed about last night. It did not take long for images to flood his mind’s eye.
As soon as the call had ended, Giuseppe put his phone down on the coffee table and walked over to his stereo system in the corner of the living room and started the CD player. Within seconds the melody of one of his favourite operas found its way through the speakers and filled the room. Giuseppe turned up the volume and began pacing through the room, occasionally running his hands through his hair. This and the loud reverberating music helped him to think.
As soon as she had hidden the conch in the wardrobe, Deborah hastened back to the living room. What had come over her, she wondered, hiding something from her own sister. She guessed she just did not want Jenny to think she had lost her mind, especially after their dad had talked to Jenny about her. What exactly would her dad have told her? Deborah knew her dad would never disclose the details of their conversation that night, but then again, she was not feeling her usual self yet. She was still startled by the goings-on since she had arrived at the family beach house.