Dominica-Bridal Wedding Jewellery-Collection 1

        Dominica-Jewellery-
 By Aamir Mannan.
four months later 

at the LIVING ROOM WINDOW Julie played with the gold band of her watch , pushing it back and forth over her wrist bone.her laptop computer sat open on the ottomen next to the arm chair where she'd been editing a column for next month's edition of  West Coast Homes. More honestly,trying to edit.

       She couldn't concentrate.it was four months today,and she new she ought to be grateful.Ben was alive,better,and lufe in the Mathew residence had returned to normal. Well,sort of normal.She and ressul were back at work part-time and Bens rehab,as of today,was over.Soon Ben would be back in school,and their lives would resume their usual,predictable rhythms.Normalcy.It was all she had craved since that dreadful day. She twisted her watch again, then adjusted the blinds to the perfect angle.She fluffed the pillows onher antique 


love seat,then ran a hand over the polished ebony surface of the grand piano.Not so much as a flake of dust clung to her fingers.

          "Should we wake him,Russel?" When Ben's naps went over an hour,she became nervous. She'd already checked on him and he appeared fine.But she couldn't contain her irritational fear - what if he didn't wake up this time? Or what if he suffered a seizure. His medication was supposed to prevent them, but what if one happened anyway? Russel surfaced from the textbook on his lap,Contemporary Literary Criticism. He removed his dark-framed glasses in order to check the time on the clock above the mantel. A sweet memory snuck up on her .The firsttime they'd met,in the university of British Columbia Library,she'd asked him 


for the time.He'd removed his glasses then,too.His mop of brownish-red hair had desperately needed a trim, and she'd longed to reach over and tug one of those curls as he'd glancedat the clock on the wall.  "It's almost noon, "he'd said in answer to her question.Then he'd 


asked,"You're English?"

  "From London. Islington." Her family had been in Canada for only a few months and already she'd found her assent an asset in drawing the attention of men. "And rather hungry at the moment."  "May I offer tea? Cucumber sandwitches?"  He'd mimicked her, but not unkindly. And as he spoke, he'd snapped shut his textbook and risen from his chair. She remembered thinking he had the warmest smile she'd ever seen.  Ah, Russel..... The memory faded as quickly as it had arrived, landing her back in the living room with her husband of ten years. Ten very good years. Only, lately........ well,they'd  been under a strain.

"Ben's always tird after therapy, " Russel reminded her.

                 In his tone she heard the efoort of strained patience. She'd aleays liked things just so in her house and her life. But lately,well,since the accident ,she'd been unable to let anything slide. Everything had to go according to plan , ;like clock work, or she couldnot cope.  She knew her behaivior drove  Ressel to the brink of his patience-which said a lot, because Russel was one of the most patient men she'd ever met.

 But she could not help her self..  "I'm so glad we were finished with therapy."Julie wanted to believe the night mare was now behind them. Those two months of  Ben in hospital, then these last two, where he'd recieved out patient treatment. According to his neuropsychological accessment he was ready to reengage in regular life.  russel, reading again, didn't add any coment.She survayed the world through the flattened slats of the wooden blinks. Late August,and the city was lushed with its abumdant greenery. In the distance, the ocean sparkled like a band of platinum in the setting sun.