We both knew which one of us was in charge here and when push came to shove, Loretta knew better than to cross me. Although she had a way of portraying confidence to me, Loretta was actually of pretty meek character. She was never very sure of herself, from what I gathered, in the company of many people. A quick look at her face was never enough to get a full grasp. At the time we met, she was still in her 30’s, having just the other day celebrated the big 4-0.
Loretta wore glasses that had the effect of hiding the more distinguished areas of her face. They were black rimmed, the frames being thicker than the average pair of glasses. In a strange way, when she wore the glasses, she appeared shy and timid. Conversely, without the glasses, the bone structure of her upper cheeks had this way of minimizing my thoughts. I never did share these thoughts with her and, to my benefit, I rarely saw her without her glasses.
My thoughts had wandered long enough to give Loretta an opportunity to climb up to where I was. Barely winded from the climb, she popped into my view, cheerfully exclaiming, “How can i help? I brought the duffel bag.”
“That’s exactly what I was thinking. If you can help me use this rope and build a small pulley system, I can lower the full bags down to you. You can then empty the bag and send the empty bag back up. Please help me fill the first load and climb back down to the surface.”
To be continued…