The Keeper of the Bees/Chapter 21
Then Comes a Vision
WHEN Jamie reached the road, he crossed it and started down a steep embankment leading to the hot sands of the sea and the breaking waves. As he was going down, to his right he noticed a stone projecting in such a manner as to make a particularly attractive seat. From the feel of the package he thought he knew what he had. So Jamie went over and sat on the stone screened on one side by an unusually large toluache, its lilied white trumpets blaring widely from blue edgings. Next to it a rose mallow towered, ten feet tall, a flaunting cloud of rosy pink accentuated by maple-like leaves of silvery green. He reached in his pocket, drew out his knife, and opening it, opened the bag, also, and found what he had expected: two very large, very red tomatoes. It was the time for his morning tomato juice. Jean had been thoughtful of him; she had decided that if he could not have the juice, he could eat the tomatoes and get his vitamines in slightly different form. So Jamie laid one tomato on the paper beside him and with his knife cut the stem end and the core from the other and began peeling back the thin skin in small Page:The Keeper of the Bees.pdf/487 Page:The Keeper of the Bees.pdf/488 Page:The Keeper of the Bees.pdf/489 Page:The Keeper of the Bees.pdf/490 Page:The Keeper of the Bees.pdf/491 Page:The Keeper of the Bees.pdf/492 Page:The Keeper of the Bees.pdf/493 Page:The Keeper of the Bees.pdf/494 Page:The Keeper of the Bees.pdf/495 Page:The Keeper of the Bees.pdf/496 Page:The Keeper of the Bees.pdf/497 Page:The Keeper of the Bees.pdf/498 And Jean the versatile, Jean the ever ready to talk, Jean of the school playground, of the diving raft, of the beaches and mountains, of the picture studio, of city and country alike, turned a small, quivering back, and silent, wordless, walked away.
Jamie went up to his door alone to find out what the premonition had been that had kept him from bringing the child with him.