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Friday, October 10th Port Alberni, BC

At their last planning session, Gloria and Wilma decided to meet at the New Moon for the next one. Wilma always enjoyed the drive into Victoria, but Gloria insisted that it was her turn to get out of the rat race for a bit.

They had a lot in common. Even with cultural differences they both were by nature, and had to be by circumstance, very strong women. Wilma, perhaps, was held back at times by prejudice. Gloria, perhaps, was held back at times by her choice to not overshadow her husband’s abilities. For both women, though, that was a long time ago. They were getting to know each other, share stories, chit-chat. Gloria liked straight talk, Wilma did too. It was the first time in years either of them had someone to really open up with.

Wilma told Gloria that she had gone to the University of British Columbia in Vancouver the same time Hank and Elliot had – but it wasn’t until they’d started coming into the café that she began to know them better. She enjoyed working with them on the projects.

"Oh," Gloria said, "They really appreciate the crews you’ve been able to send them. There’s so much to be done. They think they’ll be able to come in on time, but who knows how long we actually have?"

"I hope enough. I heard that Adam finally met with the Programmers, so hopefully I can start teaching the Trainers soon. The first thing they’ll learn is how to leave tips." She smiled at Debbie who was refilling their coffee. Wilma continued, "Hank and Elliot haven’t been in for a while; tell them hello for me next time you see them."

Gloria smiled, "I will. As a matter of fact, I’m meeting Hank tomorrow to look at a warehouse in Port Hardy."

"Oh – you secured the contracts then? Good, good."

Gloria had told her about the long-term contracts she had presented to the mainland growers. The Port Hardy warehouse, 400 kilometres north of the New Moon Café, would be the food distribution centre for the northern third of the island, if it needed to, if things evolved to that point. "They were signed yesterday. Now," Gloria added, "after the island separates from the mainland, the ‘new United States producers’ will continue to supply Townsend Foods on the island."

Wilma thought, ‘And – she controls the Townsend Foods on the mainland. If the growers are at all resistant to meeting their obligations to the Island under these contracts, well, she’ll handle that easily enough.’

Gloria started to ask her how things were going with Harry and his efforts when the bell over the front door of the café tinkled. They turned and watched as Jean Jordan came in. What on earth was ‘she’ doing here?

Wilma sensed immediately that Gloria was not pleased to see Premier Jordan’s wife. From the door, Jean waved at Gloria, and Wilma watched her friend’s jaw tighten as she flitted towards them. Wilma got up to leave. Jean stopped her, and said, "Gloria, aren’t you going to introduce me to your friend?"

Wilma stuck out her hand. "Hi. I’m Wilma Thorn. And you are?" knowing full well who she was.
She flashed a smile and said, "Jean. I’m delighted to meet you."

"You are? Why is that?"

"Why, because any friend of Gloria’s is a friend of mine. Isn’t that right, Gloria?" It wasn’t a question.

Gloria didn’t play in the game, she rarely spent any more time than necessary in Jean’s vicinity. Rather than answer the non-question, Gloria asked, "What brings you to the New Moon Café?"
"Oh," Jean explained, "I saw your Lincoln, so I knew you must be in here." Gloria made a mental note to trade the car.

"With everything that is going on," she continued, "and everyone is so busy, and of course you know my husband is very busy, Gloria, I thought a nice day trip to the island would be a good diversion for me. I’ve begun looking for the perfect place for Jack and I to build a third summer home. Naturally, it will be on the island somewhere."

Wilma looked away; Gloria said "Naturally."

Mrs. Premier looked around at the décor of the café, "What brings you here, Gloria?"

"The pie. You should try a piece."

"I’ll get it." Wilma quickly added, and she was off.

After Wilma left, Jean leaned closer and whispered, "Seriously, Gloria, what ‘are’ you doing here? Does it have something to do with…", in even more of a whisper, "…you know…"

Gloria saw the opportunity and took it. She nodded towards Wilma in the kitchen and whispered, "Yes. I don’t mean to be rude, Jean, but I need to finish with…you know…"

"Yes. I see. Good. Yes." Jean obviously didn’t see at all and wouldn’t have known good from not good being this far out of her element.

Jean bounced up, and hollered towards the kitchen, "Nice meeting you, Wilma. Good-bye."

"Bye," came a shout from the back. It wasn’t until they heard the bell tinkle that Wilma and Gloria burst out laughing, in perfect harmony.