The Enigma Rising

Jacob helped Petra get settled near the pool in a comfy lounger under a large umbrella and then went to try out the water toys. Petra mused to herself, boys with toys. She smiled at her man’s efforts to learn how to use a sail bolted to a surfboard.

The problem with poolside service in resorts like this one, anywhere in the Caribbean or on a Mexican coast, was that prompt service was an oxymoron. Petra finally got up to get a drink ordered at the bar so she could enjoy it that day.

A gentle, friendly voice said, “I was wondering how long you were going to last out here without your favorite adult beverage. Hi, I’m Simone. I can tell you’re not from this part of the world because you were expecting poolside service.”

She offered an engaging smile that normally made people warm to her. Simone truly liked people. This lady she had spoken to looked nice and her male had been very kind before he’d left for the water toys.

Petra responded, “Hello, Simone. I’m Petra and you are correct. I’m not from around here. We are here to figure things out and recharge our batteries, so to speak.”

Simone said with an impish grin, “Yes, I noticed your male. He seems quite nice though not brown enough to suit my tastes, in case you were worried.”

Petra grinned, “I wasn’t worried. So is your significant other also out playing with the water toys? I can’t believe he would not be in close proximity to such a pretty lady such as you.”

Simone laughed, “Like your male, mine is also a treasure! My prince called and asked me to meet him here because he wanted to celebrate our two month anniversary and his most successful business deal to date! I’ve never been so happy. I know you must think me silly for telling you all this, but I’m so proud of him and his successes! He pulled me out of the worst possible circumstances, and he loves me for who I am. You have no idea what that means to someone like me.” 

Simone’s eyes glistened with moisture, but she did not shed any tears. Petra observed that Simone was quite pretty, with hair black as coal tight against her head with a long braid that extended down. Her make-up was a little heavy for Petra’s taste but accentuated her pretty face with hollowed cheeks that defined her thinness. Petra could see that Simone had no pretense and was quite genuine. However as in all social encounters, particularly with females (ok males too), she couldn’t help but compare herself to Simone.