The Shadow Wife - Diane Chamberlain [130]
“We need two beds, though,” Lisbeth said.
“Right,” the man said. “It has two twins. You can push them together if you like.”
“Thank you,” Alan said. “And by the way, we’re looking for a commune that’s near here. Would you know of it?”
“That depends on which one you’re looking for. There’s a few of them. Gordo. Redwood. Cabrial. What do you want to go to one of those places for? Just a bunch of filthy hippies.”
“We’re picking up a family member who’s visiting there,” Lisbeth said, disappointed to learn there were several communes in the area and trying to remember if Carlynn had mentioned the name of Penny’s. None of those names sounded familiar, and she wondered if this had been such a great idea, after all.
But Alan looked unperturbed. “You go ahead to the cabin,” he told her. “I’ll stay here and get directions to the different communes.”
It was a bit unnerving walking to the cabin alone. The path through the woods was lighted, but Lisbeth was still relieved when she found the cabin and stepped inside. It was spare, with a living room, bedroom, small kitchenette and bathroom with a claustrophobic shower, but it was clean, and luxurious surroundings were not what she and Alan were after.
Alan returned to the cabin around ten o’clock, several sheets of notes in his hand.
“Well,” he said as he lay down on one of the beds, fully clothed, “I think we can find her if she’s at one of these three places. If she’s somewhere else, we’re out of luck.”
Lisbeth fell asleep quickly, but it was only a short while later that she was awakened by Alan shaking her shoulder.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, trying to see her watch in the dark. “What time is it?”
“It’s eleven,” Alan said. “And I can’t sleep. I’m going to take the car and those directions I got from the innkeeper and see if I can find her. Do you want to go with me?”
“No.” She sat up. “And I don’t want you to go, either. You’ll just be wandering around in the dark out there on those little roads.”
“Better than lying here staring at the ceiling.” Alan picked up her car keys from the old dresser and left the cabin.
Carlynn had the commune practically to herself. Many of the adults and nearly all of the children, who’d been roused from their beds in what seemed to Carlynn to be a misguided attempt at adventure, were on a moonlight nature walk. From where she lay on her mattress in Penny’s cabin, Carlynn could hear the occasional cry of a baby, and she knew that at least Shanti Joy Angel and her parents were nearby. That gave her some comfort. It was remarkably light outside tonight. There was no fog at all, and the moon was full, which was precisely why the nature seekers had grabbed this opportunity for their walk.
An hour earlier, Johnny Angel had come to Cornflower, asking her if she would take a look at Shanti Joy.
“She has a fever, I think,” Johnny had said, and Carlynn had walked with him over to Rainbow.
She found Shanti nursing strongly from Ellen’s breast, and her forehead felt cool to her touch.
“What made you think she had a fever?” she asked Johnny.
“She was crying, and she hardly ever cries,” he said. “And she seemed flushed to me.”
Ellen and Carlynn exchanged a smile. Johnny was an over-anxious new father, and it was not the first time he had come to Carlynn with a concern about his baby daughter since her dramatic birth. She didn’t mind, though. She welcomed any chance to hold the baby.
She rested her hand on Johnny’s shoulder. “Shanti is fine,” she said. “And you are going to be an exceptional dad.”
She left Johnny Angel and his family and walked back to Cornflower alone, enjoying the play of moonlight on the trees and shrubs and glad that Penny had gone with the walkers so she had some time for herself. She was longing for home. It had been a wonderful week, but she’d had her fill of rice and vegetables, naked children, guitar music late into the night, and wondering over breakfast who had slept with whom the night before. Tomorrow she would head back to Monterey, her work