Suspended - Part VIII

“Suspended” is a fictional story about a New York family — husband, wife and college-aged son — who’ve become disconnected from one another and lost their sense of purpose until a beautiful young woman who claims she’s a hands-on-healer enters their lives and shakes everything up.

THIS IS PART 8 of a FIFTEEN-PART STORY

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Rich had a late-afternoon meeting with a client. When he returned to the apartment he found Danny in the kitchen talking to Fee, who’d shown up that morning with a backpack and a small, soft-sided suitcase. She’d flown in from Denver, where she’d spent a few days in a cranial sacral workshop, continuing on to New York and a five-day intensive in vibrational healing. Hearing her voice, Rich remembered guiltily that he’d neglected to tell Danny about her visit. He’d meant to text that a friend would be staying on the futon in the study, but somehow hours had passed without his ever getting near the phone. “Okay, good, so the two of you have met. It’s been a crazy day! I’m sorry I wasn’t here to introduce you,” he said, pulling off his suit jacket and rolling up his tie. It was hot out! All he really wanted to do was jump in the shower and put on clean clothes. 

“That’s all right,” said Fee who was standing at the sink rinsing out a small teapot. “Danny and I have been talking about what it means to be a healer. There’s a movie I’m off to see right now, but tomorrow, if there’s time, I’ll work on him a little.”

Rich glanced at Danny who was slouched over a plate of vegetables at the kitchen table. The boy smiled at him tentatively as he speared a piece of broccoli and lifted it into his mouth with a pair of chopsticks. Well, maybe it would be a good thing for Fee to do some of her magic on him. “What movie?” he asked her.

“Au Hasard Balthazar, a film by Robert Bresson that’s playing at a cinema right near here. I’ve wanted to see it for a long time. Care to join?”

“Sure,” said Rich, although the last thing he wanted to do was struggle through a talky French movie with hard-to-read subtitles. “Just give me a chance to change out of these clothes.” It was Wednesday night. On Friday he’d have to drive up to the country to see Marcia, so he hoped for at least one evening (maybe more!) in Fee’s company.


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