Chapter Seventeen:
A Dream
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But what else to do? I called Penelope, but the line was busy.
I kept dialing her number, and finally Penelope answered. I described
the situation a little.
"I get something in the small intestine or first part of the
large intestine,'' she said. "Actually her whole digestive
tract is upset. And there's a constriction, something to do with
her brain. There's a pressure in her head, a firing in her brain.
And right along with that, I get the same attitude that her daughter
had. Posey would like to leave. The short-circuit in the brain is
how she's been trying to take herself out.
"She is happy for the attention you are giving her, and she
wants me to tell you that she likes you both very much, but she
is not of this world.
"So Posey is in a debate. She wants to go, but she also is
still considering staying. She says she doesn't really see a purpose
to staying, now that you are moving.''
I asked Penelope to ask Posey if she would stay to raise Perry.
"She says this baby is not one of hers. She'll be fine. She's
a regular llama.''
"The vets are talking about taking her to Davis,'' I said.
"That's a hard one,'' Penelope replied. "But you can
ask Posey to decide by tomorrow. Explain how hard it is for you
to just wait and watch. She has the ability to go if she wants to
or to heal herself. She might want some veterinary help too. Just
wait and see.''
"Penelope, how are the other ladies feeling? Do they understand
what's going on with the moving and all?''
"Let me check,'' said Penelope. After a moment, she commented,
"There is a sadness in Lally. She's not ill, but she's a little
depressed. There's a disbelief that it will really happen. She will
adjust because there is also understanding there. She is accepting
the change. As for Lil Bit, she doesn't want to talk about it.''
I said that we were trying to get her pregnant.
"She doesn't want to get pregnant now. Maybe she will later.
She'll go where she's meant to go, but she has that same quietness
as Lally. And Blossom is simply incredulous. She just doesn't believe
it's going to happen.''
Our conversation returned to Posey. "Tell her, 'It's your
life, to stay or go. We'd like you to stay.' And see how she's doing
by tomorrow. Tell her to decide, not drag the indecision on.''
"It's really been hard,'' I sighed.
"You've attracted some very unusual beings to yourselves and
to Juniper Ridge,'' Penelope said. "Now that you're leaving,
they have to make their own decisions too.''
"Is that what happened with Renaissance?''
"I don't think she ever meant to stay very long. She's like
Posey, not a regular llama.''
After we hung up, I sat for a while, thinking. It was a great
relief to have talked with Penelope. Gradually I realized that I
had already known much of what she said, that the same themes had
come up in that meeting with the Great Llama. Between my prophetic
dream and the Great Llama reverie, it seemed that I was finally
opening up to telepathic connections. If there was still extraneous
or even erroneous material as part of the new awareness, well, maybe
that would sort itself out over time.
These days had been very stressful, but now--like when Shadow and
Lally didn't nurse--I could see in retrospect the gifts of learning.
As before, I felt a deep gratitude to the llamas and to life itself.
I wondered what kinds of thoughts other llama owners had at times
like this. Then I pulled myself back to what needed doing.
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