The insurance company was notified about the rental jeep that had gone over the cliff, without Eleanor, thank God. The two women got dressed in warm clothing and boots that Beth supplied and walked down the snow drifted road. They slipped occasionally but managed to get a partial way to the scene of Eleanor's accident. Close enough to see the rental jeep laying crushed on the rocks and hillside covered in snow below them and across on the next hill, They stopped there as the air was too cold, and thin. Both women winded from fighting the slippery conditions stopped to observe from a distance. A heliocopter was seen flying around the crash site. It left soon after they arrived. They watched from a higher point. From the hill higher and eastern they viewed. The crash site was perhaps a mile and a half, Beth calculated the distance from her home.
Eleanor, "Oh, dear, I didn't realize how steep the clift was. I'm glad I passed out."
Beth agreed and glanced at Eleanor wondering how she made it from the site of the accident, and from not going over the side with the jeep. Elizabeth Catherine thought how Eleanor made from the site to Beth's home yesterday evening during the blizzard. A mile and a half?
"Impossible."
The insurance company took pictures from an aerial view as the road was still impassable. They asked Eleanor questions over the phone and believed her when she explained that a man pulled her from the car and brought her in the plow to Elizabeth's home. They never questioned her story as it made perfect since to them. "That will be all for now Mrs. Harding. You will receive a service call later. Will Ms. Dubois' number be your contact?"
Though Aggravated, that everyone excepted Eleaanor's unsubstantiated story, Beth replied, "yes, you can use my number to reach her."
Beth knew they were all wrong as there simply wasn't a man who escorted Eleanor to her home and no snow tracks left from a huge snow plow and the only noise was the sounds of a wintry blizzard. Beth wanted to scream, "ELEANOR, THERE WAS NO MAN AT THE DOOR. YOU CAME ALONE!" But, she held her tongue as it was obvious Eleanor had dementia or something, memory loss, a concusion, something wasn't right. But, how did Eleanor walk this distance. After all, the accident was quite a distance, uphill, and in a blizzard. Eleanor was at least eighty if not older. Something didn't add up. What was it?
Oh, she wasn't going to argue with crazy people. But, the facts couldn't be denied. Nope, not even by ECD. The insurance company simply bought into her story.
The women walked carefully and slowly returning over the icy foot bridge. Elizabeth thought returning on it to reach home would shorten the walking distance, but she realized the foot bridge was treacherously dangerous as it too was extremely slippery and it hung between to points from two large hills. Ten feet out on the bridge, feet not able to grip the iced wooden planks, Beth yelled, "Turn around, this is too dangerous!" Once on the side of the ledge again, both decided to walk the road instead of using the foot bridge, though Eleanor thought Beth a cowardice and excepted Beth's lesser plan graciously.
The women slipped their way back to the cottage without any falls from the icy roads. As they approached the home their eyes couldn't help noticing that on the front porch sat three brown boxes.
Large boxes and marked with postal stamps from England. Somerset, UK...
Once again, no tire marks, no noise, no way of traveling the roads, no possible way to deliver except by helicopter and that would be obnoxiously impossible. So, how did the three boxes arrive? And, who put them there? Eleanor and Beth had been together for most of the morning and were alone. Beth wasn't simple enough to except odd happenstances. No, everything including magic had an explanation. Everything.
"Oh, my things have arrived! I've been hoping they would come, but with the weather, I thought they would be delayed."
"yes, I see. They arrived. Yea! How were they shipped?"
"Airmail, of course. No, other way these days."
"Yes, of course." Beth chose not to argue the shipment. They couldn't be argued as here they are! Beth couldn't deny there existence.
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Author Notes
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