blah, blah, blah, Masha had heard it all before, while the remaining guests looked on with curiosity or concern.
Masha saw poor Yao shoot her an anxious look. He was a worrier. There was no need for stress. She could handle the childlike tantrums of one unhappy, unhealthy man. Solving unexpected problems energized her. It was one of her strengths.
“I am very happy to give you a full refund.” She fixed Tony with her eyes like a pin through a butterfly. “You are free to pack your bags and leave immediately. May I suggest you drive yourself to the nearest village, where you will find a fine pub called the Lion’s Heart? Their menu includes something called a ‘Mega Monster Burger’ with unlimited fries and soft drink. Does that sound delicious?”
“Sure does,” said Tony truculently.
And yet he didn’t get to his feet. Oh, my sweetie pie, you need me. You know you need me. You don’t want to be you anymore. Of course you don’t. Who would?
He tried to wriggle free of her gaze but she wouldn’t let him. “I understand that you are not happy that we searched your bags, but the terms and conditions of your wellness contract clearly state that we have the right to search luggage and confiscate all contraband.”
“Seriously? Did anyone else read that?” Tony looked around the room.
Napoleon raised his hand. His wife, Heather, lifted her eyes to the ceiling.
“It must have been buried in the fine print,” said Tony. His face had turned mottled red, the color of uncooked steak.
“Growth can be painful,” Masha told him, her voice gentle. He was a child. An enormous sulky child. “There will be parts of this experience that may be uncomfortable or unpleasant at times. But it’s only ten days! The average person lives around twenty-seven thousand days.”
Tony’s outburst was actually a serendipitous opportunity to shape all their expectations and mold their future behavior. She spoke as if only to him, but the message was for them all.
“You are free to leave at any time, Tony. You are not a prisoner! This is a health resort, not a jail!”
A few people chuckled.
“And you are not a child! You can drink what you want to drink, eat what you want to eat. But there is a reason why you came here, and if you choose to stay, I ask you to commit fully to your journey and to put your trust in me and the other staff at Tranquillum House.”
“Yeah, fine, that’s … I mean, I obviously didn’t read the fine print properly.” Tony scratched hard at the side of his unshaved face and tugged at the fabric of his dreadful hot heavy blue jeans. “I just didn’t appreciate my bags being searched.” The aggression was draining from his voice. Now he sounded embarrassed. His eyes peered out at her from within the prison of his poor, tortured body from which he so desperately needed rescue.
She’d won. She had him. He would be beautiful when she finished with him. They would all be beautiful.
“Are there any more areas of concern before we resume the silence?”
Ben raised his hand. Masha observed his wife flash him a look of horror and move slightly away.
“Um, yeah, I have just one question. Are the cars parked under cover?”
She looked at him for a moment, long enough to help him see the sadness of this deep attachment to his earthly possessions.
He shifted uncomfortably.
“They are parked under cover, Ben. Please don’t worry, they are perfectly safe.”
“Okay, but, um, where are the cars? I’ve walked around the property and I just can’t see where …” As he spoke he removed his cap and briskly rubbed the top of his head.
For the briefest of moments, Masha saw another boy wearing a baseball cap walking toward her, so strange and yet so familiar. She felt the love rise within her chest and she crossed her arms so she could secretly pinch the flesh on her arm, hard enough to hurt, until the vision vanished, and all that was left was here and now and the important tasks that lay ahead.
“As I said, Ben, everyone’s cars are perfectly safe.”
He opened his mouth to speak yet again and his wife hissed something inaudible through her teeth. He closed his mouth.
“So, if everyone is in agreement, I would like to recommence the noble silence and begin our guided meditation. Yao, perhaps you could ring the gong to let our missing guests know we would appreciate their return?”
Yao struck the gong