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Monday, August 18th Port Alberni, BC

Wilma asked Debbie to take over for a little while, and went back to her house hoping Adam was still around. When she arrived, she found him out back, enjoying the sun. She walked up and placed her shadow over him.

Adam opened his eyes: “Hi lover – what’s up?”

She moved so the sun would be back in his eyes. “Listen Adam, I figured out this plan of yours. I know what you and Ted are doing. I know about the plan, and I know you two are hooked up with the Planners.”

Wilma saw his reaction. He hadn’t been ready for this, his expression confirmed she was on the right track.

“I want to meet with Underwood – now. If you can’t make that happen, I’ll blow this whole thing wide open – starting with the Plan and ending with the adventures of Dr. David Heath.”

Adam knew this was trouble. “Okay. Relax. Let me contact Ted to arrange a meeting. I’ll be back soon.” Adam headed for the house, went through the back door, grabbed a shirt, then out the front to his car and drove away.

‘Man,’ he thought, ‘how the hell did she figure it out?’ He drove to a secluded area to decide how to phrase this to Ted. Finally, he picked up the phone from the centre console arm rest, and punched the embedded memory code for the number. After four beeps, Ted picked up. “Hi, Adam.”

Adam took a deep breath and began. “Okay, I just finished a conversation with Wilma. She said she’s put everything together. Yes, the Plan. From what I can tell, she has. She wants to meet with you and if you refuse she’ll blow the whole thing wide open. She’s pretty intense about this, Ted.”

“Okay, Adam. I’ll be back on the island in a few hours. Arrange a meeting for tonight – maybe the New Moon Café after it’s closed. Get her comfort level up, tell her I’ll meet her wherever and whenever she wants it to happen. Sooner the better from our perspective.”

“Will do. She’ll want it to be tonight. I’ll let her know it’s a go.” He hung up the phone, drove back to the house and told Wilma that Ted was on his way. They spent the rest of the day together, but very delicately.

Just before ten that night, after the last customer left, Wilma placed the closed sign on the door, turned off most of the lights, and pulled the drapes across the front windows. She heard the two cars, those two twin Fords, pull up in front of the Café, the footsteps and the knock. She unlocked and opened the front door.

Ted smiled at her, she smiled back. Wilma had met him, very briefly and casually, during the last election campaign – at a fund raising event.

“Hello, Wilma. We have a lot to discuss. I appreciate your suggesting this meeting, I want you to know that it’s important for both of us. I could sure use a cup of coffee, would that be alright?”

She sat them down at a table in the back, and brought out a fresh pot. As Ted poured himself a cup, Wilma began. She told him what she knew, what she’d seen happen over the last five years, and what it meant. He sipped on his coffee as he listened to her. He was pouring his second cup as she finished. ‘We need her on our side,’ Ted thought.

He asked, “What do you want?”

Her words came easier than she thought they would.

“We want to be part of this. First Nations. This time we are inside the circle. Not outside looking in – watching other people make decisions for us.”

He agreed immediately.

Wilma realised Ted must have pre-guessed her demand and was ready with an answer. She grinned at him and said, “Good. Now, how can we help?”

It was decided that Wilma would meet the others as soon as it could be arranged – and that she should be ready to present the First Nations position, of their role in the Plan. Ted felt lucky that he had correctly guessed what her demands may include, and was glad he was right. Before coming that night, he had quickly discussed the situation with the others. They were ready to bring her in – they were ready for all of them – and that it was, indeed, time to do it right.

Wilma watched Ted drive away, with Adam leaving behind him. Feeling more alive than she ever had, she knew there was little time to put this together before meeting the Planners. All of her resources would be needed for this one. She called her grandfather and asked him if she could come over in the morning for a game of Chess.