TITLE: Melodious Rain 2014 Chapter 1 (May 11)
By Jennifer Liang
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I have something I believe is yours. Please meet me at Morning Light and Joy Café tomorrow, July 14, at 10 am.
The anticipation for morning light awoke Melody far earlier than usual. She lay paralyzed on the bed as many unanswered questions ricocheted through her mind like a pinball machine whose player refused to stop for anything. Had she done the right thing by sending Mr. MacSmith the anonymous note on impulse? Would her 30-minute self-allotted time be enough to return the family treasure and hear the story behind it? What would happen if he didn’t get her message in time? Did he even know where the café was located?
Sitting up, she reached under the pillow to touch the well-worn envelope. Clutching it to her heart, with a sigh of relief, she collapsed back onto the luxurious four-poster bed with such force she bounced, nearly knocking all her pillows to the floor. Now wide-awake she forced her legs over the edge and put weight on them for the short walk to the window.
When she opened the curtains a soft light filtered in showing the Beijing sky awash in brilliant colors barely visible through the pollution. What time was it? Guessing by the lack of activity outside, she concluded that it was still early. Even from her 17th floor hotel room window Melody could see signs of last night’s celebrations everywhere.
“I wonder what changes the Olympics will bring to China?” she muttered out loud to herself letting the curtains fall back into their closed position, instantly darkening the room again. Her best friend Holly was still fast asleep completely unaware of the inner turmoil plaguing Melody.
After turning on the bathroom light Melody first moved and then settled into the single comfy chair in the room, crossed her legs and released her jumbled thoughts in the hopes that somehow they would untangle themselves. A clear mind was imperative for the task set before her.
A few moments of quiet contemplation later it was time to employ a new strategy. She would do this just like she succeeded every Christmas at untangling the lights for decoration, working little by little. Her first step was to recall the circumstances that had brought her to this point in time.
Melody recollected going to the used bookstore in New Haven, Connecticut and finding a book of interest, a work of fiction by a woman who was fast becoming her favorite author. There was no other way to describe it other than that Sarah Ling’s novels were engrossing. No matter the plot or characters, Melody knew when she picked up any of Ms. Ling’s books she could trust it to be an excellent story.
It was not the book itself causing trouble but what Melody found tucked inside the book as if someone had folded and inserted it for safekeeping, a family heirloom probably never meant to be sold, especially to a stranger. As she started the hunt for the owner of that envelope her frustrations with the imbalance of questions to answers increased daily, culminating in yesterday’s march to Mr. MacSmith’s office in Beijing.
Now that her thoughts had come full circle it was time to start her day. After all, if she was to find any answers, everything would have to be perfect. As she stood up an audible hiccup escaped her lips causing her to smile with giddy excitement at the prospect of what the day would bring forth. Things were about to change for her. She could just feel it.
Today she was finally meeting the man in the picture she had been carrying around since finding it just after her college graduation a mere six weeks ago. Of course he was all grown up now and not a baby anymore but it was him nonetheless. She was sure of it. Not wanting to lose any of her nervous energy she showered and dressed in record time, leaving a few minutes to knot her favorite red scarf around her neck being extra careful to avoid her long black ponytail getting caught.
She even had time for a quick prayer of wisdom, asking for protection and the ability to see things from the right perspective. John 15:16 came to mind “You did not choose Me, but I chose you and appointed you that you should go and bear fruit, and that your fruit should remain, that whatever you ask the Father in My name He may give you.” (NKJV) While waiting for water to boil for a cup of green tea, Melody carefully applied her make-up and prayed for a fruitful day and for her and Holly’s future lives as English teachers in China.
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