Garden of the Wolf

  "What ya doing?" I jumped and spun around to find Susie peeking her head around the door.

  "Don't do that!" I scolded her.

  She narrowed her eyes and opened the entrance. "You look like I just snuck up on you with your hand in the fridge. What were you doing?"

  "What? Nothing. I was just looking out the window at the-um, the scenery," I replied.

  Susie moved to stand at my side and peeked out the open window. Fortunately the jogger was gone, lost to the trees and his own life. "Nice view, but you can't see the lake from here," she mused.

  I snorted, but was secretly grateful for the change in conversation. "So there is a lake? I thought maybe you'd made it up," I teased.

  "Nope, and I'll show you." Susie grabbed my wrist and pulled me from the bathroom. We entered the main living quarters and I noticed Linda was gone.

  "What'd you do with Linda?" I asked her.

  "I ate her, so let's go for a short walk so I can work off some of this extra weight," Susie retorted.

  "Uh-huh, but seriously, where'd she go?" I persisted as she pulled me outside.

  "She went to get our table ready and help out with that dinner thing. They don't usually have everybody eating at the same time so it's going to be busy," she told me.

  We stepped outside and took a sharp left along the front wall of the cabin. Susie pulled me to the rear of the cabin and toward the paths I saw from the bathroom window. I wrenched myself from her grasp and slowed our steps from a brisk hike to a saunter.

  "I wish you wouldn't yank me along like a doll. The lake's still going to be there," I commented.

  "Yeah, but I really want you to see it. It's a really neat place," she replied.

  We traveled along a serpentine dirt trail that was two-people wide and bordered by scraggly brush and trees. The tree branches were thick enough to blot out most of the clear late-afternoon sky that lay above us, but there was enough light to create shadows from the brush and limbs. Birds scurried hither and thither and squirrels chattered their complains about our intrusion from their treetop homes. The trail connected with a dozen other paths and sign posts marked the intersections and pointed the way to different locations. We stopped at one of the intersections to examine a sign.

  Other signs had pointed out aptly named trails like Violet Path and Wildflower Trail. They were also all upright and without a hint of damage. This one was eschew to the point where Susie and I leaned our heads at a a severe angle just to read the signs. There were also what appeared to be claw marks etched deeply into the wood.

  "This way to hot springs, one mile. This way to lake, half a mile," I read aloud. The path to the hot springs led up a rock hill with a gentle incline off to our left, and the right-hand path toward the lake was flat, but continued the winding ways of the trail. "Did somebody get mad because they were hoping for a spa?" I wondered.

  "I don't know, isn't it cool that they have a hot spring? There's some sort of a natural geyser underground and that's where the heat comes from," Susie explained to me.

  "Sounds uncontrollable," I commented.

  Susie smiled and gave a firm nod at the sign. "Yep, and that's just what you're going to get on this trip. Lots of lack of control and a lot of relaxation."

  "Those don't really go together for me," I told her.

  My friend grabbed my hand and tugged me along down the lake path. "Well, here they do, so just leave everything to me and enjoy yourself," she insisted.

  "That sounds terrifying," I quipped even as I let her pull me after her.

  "Just relax. What could happen?" she countered.

  "The mind boggles."

  Susie didn't get a chance to reply before we rounded a corner on the trail and fifteen yards down came a light at the end of the shadowed tunnel. In a few moments we reached the opening and the trees parted to reveal a large, crystal-clear lake. The calm, reflective water lapped at the white-sand beaches that edged the entire shoreline. Near the mouth of the trail and at the shore was a long dock that stretched thirty feet into the water. Ropes with buoys bobbed in the water and roped off a portion of the lake to the left of the dock, and there was a lifeguard chair ten feet from the shore and in front of the roped area. A half dozen canoes lay upside down near the edge of the water.

  There was twenty yards between the edge of the trees and the shore, and wild grass and rocks abutted the ten yards closest to the forest and slowly transformed into the beach. The backdrop for the lake was the stunning peaked mountains and treetops. On the nights of the full moon the view of the sky would be spectacular. The woods surrounded the lake on all sides, and the waters stretched into the distance for two miles and ended at a point in the distance.

  "Well, what do you think?" Susie asked me.

  I grinned. "I think you finally hit my soft spot," I replied.

  She beamed with pride and led me down to the water's edge. I knelt at the edge of the lake and dipped my hand into the water. It was cold, but not cold enough to cause me to shiver. "It get some warmth from the springs, but not enough to kill any of the native fish," she told me.

  I stood and swept my eyes over the shoreline. At the far point of the lake there stood more buildings similar to the small cabins. I nodded at the buildings. "What are those?"

  Susie squinted her eyes. "I think those are the cabins where all the employees stay. We're not really allowed to go over there so I don't know what it looks like up close. I couldn't even find a trail that leads to there."

  I raised an eyebrow. "Were you supposed to be trying to find one?"

  She sheepishly grinned at me. "Not really. We were told not to go over there or we'd be expelled."

  I snorted. "Do they also give detention here?"

  Susie rolled her eyes. "Expulsion is pretty serious business here because that means they can boot you out without a refund."

  I frowned. "I don't remember that in the contract."

  My friend inched away from me. "That's because I took that page out before you looked at."

  My eyebrows crashed down and I stalked toward her as she made a slow retreat backwards. "What else was in that contract that you didn't want to show me?"

  "Oh, just a few odds and ends," she replied. Her back hit the bottom of the lifeguard seat. She was trapped.

  I stood in front of her and crossed my arms over my chest. "'fess up. What else aren't you telling me?"

  "Nothing!" She paused and tapped her chin. "Well, nothing important."

  "I'll be the judge of that, now spill it," I demanded.

  She shrugged. "It's just some of the quirks of the place. You know, no going out on the trails at night or you'll get expelled, no bringing your own food and radios or you'll get expelled, stuff like that."

  "Any expulsion rules I might break?" I questioned her.

  Susie tipped her head back and I saw the cogs in her eyes work overtime. "Nope, nothing I can think of except for the whole trails thing."

  "You sure?" I persisted.

  She straightened and crossed a finger over her heart. "Cross my heart and hope to die, stick a needle in my eye."

  I sighed, but the corners of my mouth twitched up. "All right, I guess I'll believe you, but no more hiding stuff from me, got it?"

  Susie stood at attention and saluted me. "Yes, ma'am!"

  I rolled my eyes and turned back toward the lake. There went that moonlit walk along the shore. "Well, let's get back before dinner starts without us," I advised.

  "Yes, ma'am!" Susie shouted.

  I snorted. "At ease, soldier, but get marching back to the cabin."

  Chapter 3

  We marched back up the path and found the cabin area a little more livelier as the mandatory dinner hour approached. Many cabin doors were opened and people from all walks of society stepped out. There was the usual high-society in their minks of money and clothes of the creme de la creme. They stuck their noses up at the more plebeian classes such as ourselves as we walked to the front of our cabin in our shorts and short-
sleeved shirts.

  The socialites made up only a part of the parade that marched down the row of cabins to the lodge. I noticed there were couples and singles, but no children. Apparently the people in charge of reservations didn't want kids turning into toddlers or completely vanishing from existence due to their Fountain of Youth guarantee.

  "You've been through this before. How fancy are these dinners?" I asked my friend.

  She led me inside our cabin and shrugged. "Not that fancy. It's pretty much wear what you want as long as you're wearing something."

  I glanced out the window and nodded at the parade of guests. "What about all that fancy dress-wear?"

  Susie joined me at the window and followed my gaze. "They can wear what they want, but I said you're going to relax while you're here, and that means no donkey suits or dresses."

  "Monkey suits," I corrected her.

  "Will you stop being so perfect?" she scolded me.

  "Nope, but shouldn't I wear something nice?" I persisted.

  "Nope, now stop worrying," Susie insisted.

  I noticed Linda pass one of our front windows and in a moment there came a knock on the door. "Susie? Abby?" Linda called. Susie opened the door and Linda smiled at us. "I wanted to tell you you're table's ready. I tried to pick one out that I thought you'd like because I liked it."

  I came up behind Susie and grinned at our young hostess. "That sounds like it'll fit us just fine. What do we need to wear?"

  "Underwear and a bra," Susie spoke up. I glared at her and Linda's eyes widened. Susie sheepishly grinned back and shrugged. "I keep telling you everything here is casual. Those snobs out there are overdressed."

  Linda glanced over her shoulder at the dwindling flow of guests and lowered her voice so she wouldn't be overheard. "You don't have to dress that fancy if you don't want to. My brother's told me how a lot of the guests like to make an expensive first impression and they end up sweltering in those furs. It's not comfortable wearing fur this time of year, even up here where the nights get a little chilly."

  "See? What did I tell you? Just go as you are and relax," Susie chimed in.

  I sighed and shrugged. "All right, let's get this dinner over with."

  Linda smiled and gave a nod. "I'll lead you to your table."

  Linda guided us through the slow-moving mess of humanity that was the guest parade and to the lodge. Susie glanced at the faces of our fellow guests and inched closer to me. "They're really old this session," she whispered.

  "Weren't they on your last one?" I mused.

  She shook her head. "Nope. There were a lot of forty-something people, but not this many of the really old folks." Susie leaned forward so her chin nearly settled on Linda's shoulder. "What's with all the old farts?"

  "Susie!" I hissed.

  "The guests you see here made their reservations before anyone else because many of them heard about the Gardens from their friends," she explained.

  "So they butted the younger ones out?" she guessed.

  "Something like that," Linda admitted.

  We strode through the front doors of the lodge and into the fine lobby. The quiet, empty space was now abuzz with the chatter of cliques, groups, and throngs of the masses of guests. Some of the loners held the walls up with their backs, and others wandered their way through a pair of open doors at the very back of the lobby and on the ground floor. Through the opening I saw a large dining area and ballroom. The lights were partially dimmed, but there were a few spotlights that focused on a stage at the very back of the room. The rest of the floor was occupied by round tables with white coverings.

  Linda led us through the mess of guests and into the dining hall. She took us over to a table seated off to the side of the door and three-quarters of the way to the stage. It was situated in a darker spot than most of the other tables, and no one was too close by. Our names were written on cards and placed in front of each of the two seats. Other tables had the same format, and I noticed the guests were led to them by others of various ages, but who wore the same outfit as Linda.

  "Is this suitable?" she asked us.

  "It's great!" Susie replied.

  "Yeah, perfect," I agreed. Even if it hadn't been then neither of us would have said otherwise. Not with those blue eyes of hers pleading for our approval.

  "Great. I'll get you two your menus and see what the chef special is," she offered.

  "Don't we have a waiter?" I asked her.

  She shook her head. "No, we attendants take care of the meals for your lunch and dinner. Breakfast is continental," she explained.

  I raised an eyebrow. "And you take care of the cabin?"

  "Yes, but only yours, and it really isn't any problem. This is how we earn our-um, how we earn our paycheck," she assured us. "But if you'll excuse me."

  Linda hurried away, and we took our seats. The chairs were opposite each other and the stage lay on our sides, but Susie scooted her chair nosily over to mine so she hugged my left side and the stage lay on my right and twenty feet away. Her movements weren't exactly quiet as her chair legs squeaked, squealed, squawked, and screeched along the hard floor. She received a few scowls from other guests nearby, and she scowled right back at them.

  "There weren't this many snooty people on my last session, either," she mumbled.

  "Maybe they're nervous. It's the first night," I defended them. Privately I had to admit the high-class guests made me uncomfortable as I sat there in my shorts and shirt.

  Linda alleviated some of our unease when she returned with menus and information. "The special tonight is medium-rare ribs with the house-specialty barbecue sauce," she announced.

  "I'll take two of those," Susie teased.

  I swept my eyes over the menu and looked up at Linda. "There's a lot of medium-rare meats on here."

  Linda blinked at me. "Well, yes. As explained in the contract it's part of the diet to rejuvenate the body."

  I narrowed my eyes and flickered them to Susie, who pretended to whistle and stare at the ceiling. "I must have missed that part."

  "But we also serve a small salad with lunch and dinner, and the all the greens are grown on the lake," Linda added. A ruckus from a nearby table caught her attention and ours.

  "What do you mean I can't get a steak well-done? I'm not dying of food poisoning," a large man argued with his smaller male attendant.

  "I assure you the meat is cooked long enough to kill any dangerous bacteria, but cooking the meat beyond medium-rare will ruin the diet we have scheduled for you," his attendant argued.

  "What you have scheduled for me is a bunch of diarrhea, now get me a well-done steak!" the man insisted.

  "I'm sorry, but it just can't be done," the attendant told him.

  At another close table a pair of middle-aged women turned to their female attendant and one of them stabbed their menu with their finger. "We don't eat meat. Can we just have a salad?"

  Their attendant shook her head. "No, I'm afraid it's mandatory to have meat with your lunch and dinner. We can make exceptions if you're not feeling well."

  "I'm feeling fine, but not for meat. It's disgusting to eat it," the woman argued.

  A tall gentleman in black dress coat and pants with a white shirt strode over to their table. "Is there a problem?" he asked the women.

  "Yes, we don't want to have any meat. We're vegans," she informed him.

  He smiled down at the pair, but shook his head. "I'm afraid that can't be avoided, ma'ams. The diet here specifically demands you eat meat, and it was in the contract you signed before booking a reservation."

  The vegan scoffed. "We thought it was a joke. Who in their right mind would make somebody eat meat?"

  "I'm afraid those are the-"

  "Waiter! I want to see the head waiter!" the large man cried out.

  The man in black straightened and the smile nearly slipped off his lips. "Would you ladies excuse me for a moment?" He moved to the man's table before they could reply. His end of the conversation was uninte
lligible, but the man spoke loud enough to quiet the rest of the room.

  "I'm not going to get sick at this stupid one-star resort! I paid too much damn money to be here!" the guest argued.

  The waiter spoke something to the guest and then man's attendant, and hurried off. The din of the room partially returned, but the man was still red in the face and his attendant stood awkwardly by his side.

  "Wow, dinner and a show," Susie quipped.

  "I'm sorry you had to see that. It doesn't happen every time," Linda spoke up.

  I smiled and shook my head. "It's not your fault. We'll just take the chef special."

  She bowed her head and took our menus. "Your food will be here in a pinch." She strode to the kitchen to put our food on the waiting list.

  As my eyes swept over the tables I saw many of the guests still had their menus. "I don't think we'll have to wait very long for our food," I commented.

  "Yeah, everybody's really picky this session," Susie agreed.

  The irritation in the room was palpable. Half the attendants tried to explain to their guests the contract rules and got as far as their fellow attendant with the angry man. Amid all the tension the lights in the dining hall dimmed, and a hush spread over the crowd when a man walked out onto the stage and the head waiter waited in the wings. My eyes fell on him and widened. It was the guy from the trail.

  Chapter 4

  Much as before, I found myself gawking at his handsome appearance. Gone was the jogging outfit, and in its place he wore a casual blue suit that showed off his blond hair. Under the bright stage lights I noticed his eyes were a brilliant blue. I was captured by those blue eyes and felt myself lean toward him for a better look.

  Susie noticed my open mouth, and she leaned toward me with a sly smile on her face. Her eyes flitted between the man and me. "You think he's cute, don't you?"

  I shut my mouth and straightened. "He's not bad," I admitted.

  She snorted. "You were practically drooling over him. I don't really blame you. He's good looking, but you can have him. Blond just isn't my type."

  I rolled my eyes. "Funny, I thought your type was anything that moved."

  Whatever retort she had stored in her crazy mind was interrupted when the man grabbed a mic from a stand in the center of the stage and tapped on the ball. A piercing shriek like nails against chalkboard swept over the few remaining conversations. He smiled at the trapped audience.