Thanks, Martin

She was surprised to see the package on the doorstep to the cabin.  After all, she was renting the place and no one...nearly no one knew she was here.

"Who leaves a bonsai outside?  Not in this weather," she thought.

There was an uneasy feeling about this.  She wondered.

The phone rang and it was her friend waiting to go sailing.  She hadn't sailed in years but he was a good teacher.

"Hon, ya ready? I'm about ten minutes away.  I have everything packed and the wind is good."

"Just about.  Did you send me an azalea plant, bonsai?"

"No."

She thought it odd to have an unexpected gift.  Just under the soil she saw a note encased in plastic.

"I saw you at the docks and we need to talk.  You don't know me, but you're being followed.  Let me explain.  I'll be in the Morgan just next to your boat. Blue Dartmouth cap.  Waiting. Thanks, Martin."

She loved living along the seacoast.  The air, the people. So full of life; so many interests.  Like her.  Still, she was uneasy.

She got to the docks looking charily about. Who was this Martin?   A slender, blond man appeared from no where.

"Thanks for coming.  This will just take a second."