Emily awoke from a deep sleep, stretched and yawned. It was barely sunrise. She felt strangely content after last night, but something was nagging at her. She thought about the men who were waiting to spend time with her, and remembered that she hadn't seen her special guy. Why wasn't she in a panic about that? Her relationship with him was the lynchpin of this whole undertaking.
She needed to clear her head. She had plenty of time before her meeting with Chris Harrison to plan the day; she decided to spend some time outside. She was feeling a little hungry, so she made herself a mug of coffee and grabbed a handful of the white raisins she was keeping in the kitchen. Gee, she could swear there was a box missing; she'd ask Chris about it when she saw him.
The house where Emily was staying was on a beautiful island in the middle of a softly flowing river with gentle rapids. In the front there was a driveway to a road that led to the bridge across the river to the south bank and toward the nearest town. At the rear was a pathway through a small meadow full of blooming wildflowers to a boat dock.
The boat that pulled up to the dock several times a day took passengers to the north bank. Emily walked to the dock and was pleased to see the boat moored there. Why not go for a ride? As she approached the boat Emily noticed that, instead of Guy, the usual pilot, there was a woman at the helm. The woman smiled and beckoned Emily aboard. She offered Emily a hand, and in a moment they were under way.
"Hello, Emily. I've been expecting you," said the lady pilot.
"Really?" Emily asked.
"Oh, yes," the pilot replied. "I'm here to help guide you on your journey. Love doesn't come easy, you know. Everybody needs a girlfriend, right? To help her see herself?"
Emily nodded. "Why, yes, I think so. Since this is supposed to be a reality show, it sure wouldn't hurt to have a reality check every so often. Does that mean you'll be minding the boat all season?"
"You bet," intoned the pilotess.
"Well, then," said Emily with all her Southern charm, "we'll have to be properly introduced. I'm Emily."
"And I'm your Ferry Godmother."
"Shut up!" Emily giggled. "You're not pulling my leg, are you?"
"No, not at all. But I may have to yank your chain every so often."
"Now listen," Ferry Godmother said. "Chris is a really nice guy, and I know all the folks on the production team are crazy about you, but they only know what the Fleissmeister tells them. So if you have any questions, you can always come to me."
Emily nodded soberly. Ferry Godmother continued. "If you ever need me and I'm not at the dock, just send one of the birds."
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