Grandpa Takes Beth to Bikini Beach

Some readers may recall sick Beth mentioned a couple times in "A Bikini Beach Summer". Unfortunately, Grandmother's solution to everything wiped out Ruth's attempt to get information about Beth's sickness to her parents. This is a side-story to the sequel, which is still being written. It occurs a few weeks later, and Beth's condition has consequently worsened.

As usual, thoughts and statements about Bikini Beach are potentially wrong, being made by persons with imperfect knowledge. Bikini Beach and its primary characters are copyright 1998 by Elrod W.

Grandpa Takes Beth to Bikini Beach

By Daphne Xu

Sunday, August 17

Grandpa Rochester watched as Mrs. Cuttington took her daughter Ruth by the shoulder, and led her away to her car. Ruth had challenged him about Beth's disease, and practically ordered him to restore the medicine, and even take her to a hospital! He felt a bit guilty about accusing nine-year-old Ruth, a girl Beth's age, of mental malpractice in mentally holding back Beth's healing. Nevertheless, Truth had to firmly counter evil and animal magnetism.

He continued on into the Sunday School, where Beth still sat.

"Grandpa," said Beth weakly.

He looked down at her, full of love for his grand-daughter, seeing God's Perfect Child sitting where material sense showed a weak and pale little girl.

He lifted her up, she put her arms around his neck, and he carried her to the Church. He sat her down on the bench and sat down next to her. Beth was always so nice and quiet, a joy to be around.

He closed his eyes, and knew the Truth about Beth as the perfect child of God, coming alert again as the First Reader opened the service with the hymn. He noticed out of the corner of his eye the older sister of that girl Ruth. Lucy had stood silently as Ruth had challenged him. Now, she was sitting next to her father. Her mother had apparently elected to stay home with Ruth.

Once church was over, Grandpa carried Beth out to the car, and buckled her into the back seat. He got into the driver's seat and buckled himself in. He opposed seat belts on Principle, as using them normally meant admitting the possibility of accidents. But the law required seat belt usage, and Christian Science required following the law. This had the logical consequence of no longer actually admitting the possibility of accidents.

They arrived home safely, thereby proving that accidents were unknown in Science.

*****

TUESDAY morning, a FedEx envelope arrived. Grandpa opened it and found a letter and a brochure from Bikini Beach.

Dear Mr. Rochester

As part of a promotion for Bikini Beach, we are proud
to announce a free Grandparent-Granddaughter day
at Bikini Beach. This offer is good this summer through
Saturday, August 23. To accept this offer, simply bring
your granddaughter and, if desired, friends of your
granddaughter, up to a maximum of six persons total,
to one of the booths at Bikini Beach. Present this letter
and receive your day passes.

The letter had other information. Despite the name, Bikini Beach, the brochure showed girls approximately Beth's age in one-piece swimsuits swimming, going down slides, and doing other fun activities. Girls and women in the blurry distance were in bikinis, but the focus girls were all in one-piece swimsuits.

Grandpa had heard of Bikini Beach, and had heard all sorts of bizarre rumors about Bikini Beach. They promoted immodesty in girls. They changed people to animals and reptiles; they changed boys to girls; they made boys disappear into oblivion. They even altered reality so that what happened never happened and what never happened happened.

Grandpa knew that such things were impossible in Science. Nevertheless, he was skeptical of "free" offers and all forms of advertising. He was leaning toward discarding the invitation, when Beth saw the brochure.

"That looks so fun," whispered Beth. "Please, Grandpa? Can't we go?"

"I can't promise yet, but we might go tomorrow." Grandpa knew he should firmly say no, but he hadn't the strength. They couldn't go Thursday, because Beth would be flying home then.

"Oh, goody!" said Beth.

Grandpa spent the rest of the day reading from Science and Health, as well as the Bible and Prose Works. He saw nothing warning him against Bikini Beach, although there were repeated warnings to deny all claims of evil or error. One was admonished to make it one's law that mental malpractice and animal magnetism would not affect or influence oneself.

*****

WEDNESDAY morning, he had decided. He would take Beth to Bikini Beach for the day. He helped to dress Beth in a sky-blue one-piece swimsuit, and, making sure he had the letter with him, carried her out to the car.

He drove to Bikini Beach, and, carrying Beth, got into line for one of the booths. It wasn't long before a staff member of Bikini Beach approached him. "Sir, if you follow me, we'll have you and your granddaughter processed promptly. You need not wait in line."

"Thank you, miss," said Grandpa, as he followed the young woman to one of the booths. He handed the elderly lady manning the booth the letter.

"Greetings, Mr. Rochester, and thank you for participating in our promotion." She handed him two day-pass cards. "You are welcome to bring your granddaughter into the men's changing room with you -- and remember to shower, it's a Bikini Beach requirement."

"Thank you, ma'am," said Grandpa. He found the men's changing room in no time, and sat Beth down while he changed into his swimming trunks. He took Beth to one of the showers, one with stainless-steel bars to hold onto. He set Beth down, standing holding one of the bars, while he turned on the shower.

He noticed a pink tint to the mist in the shower, and felt himself changing shape and shrinking. `Everything works for the good of those who love God, and mental malpractice cannot, in Science, harm one.' He kept focus on those thoughts, even as he reached Beth's size, and even as he and Beth both shrunk further.

"Are we ready, girls?" asked Grandma from behind them, in her own skirted one-piece swimsuit.

"Yes, Grandma," answered seven-year-old Bambi, as she followed her identical twin sister Beth, dressed in an identical sky-blue one-piece swimsuit, out of the shower.

Grandma led them to the exit, and opened the door, giving the three of them their first view ever of Bikini Beach. Grandma extended the index finger of each hand, and Beth and Bambi each took hold of one finger. Grandma led them out into the water park.

*****

"WHAT WE JUST DID seems almost slimy," said Anya, as she watched the trio from a distance and Grandmother returned from dealing with them. "Not even giving Mr. Rochester a sporting chance while changing him and completely rewriting his mind and reality -- not even letting him know. Maybe you could have changed him and Beth for the day, and given him the ultimatum: get Beth the appropriate medical care, or else."

Grandmother replied, "Beth *hated* the necessary daily injections. They hurt the little child, much more than they would have hurt either of us. Her schoolmates tormented her for them, and she was hammered academically because of that. She had to repeat first grade, and was going to repeat second grade. She was *happy* when her grandfather told her she didn't need the injections, that her life didn't depend on them, and that God would take care of her. Anya, what does your Sight tell you would have happened had we not done this?"

"I could tell immediately without the Sight how weak she was, almost faint even." Anya closed her eyes and concentrated for a moment. "Today, Beth's parents arrive home from their tour. They hear from Grandpa that he and Beth had a wonderful summer together, although she was experiencing a claim of weakness -- a horrible euphemism that Grandpa actually believes. You're right; an ultimatum wouldn't have worked. Beth's Grandpa is stuck in a belief system that can't be refuted. Tomorrow, Beth is barred from her flight home because of her sickness. The airline informs her parents that Beth wasn't allowed to board, about the same time that Ruth's letter reaches them, telling them that Grandpa has taken her off the injections.

"Beth's parents promptly fly out here, only to discover Beth in a coma. They call 911, and learn that Grandpa has disposed of the medicine and the syringes. The ambulance takes Beth and the parents to the emergency room, where Beth gets an immediate injection. It's too close to call; the possibilities branch here:

"Beth dies. The injection is too late.

"Beth lives, and recovers in a few weeks with some permanent damage. In the long run, her body requires ever-increasing doses of medicine, as she grows and as her body adjusts to the medicine. She also develops some damage to her eyes and toes, probably because the dosage isn't increased fast enough. She eventually recovers academically, with home-schooling.

"In both cases, Beth's family and Grandpa are permanently estranged."

Grandmother said, "And now, instead, we have two healthy seven-year-old twins, at their academic level. Their loving Grandma is now alive and well, and while Grandpa apparently died in the incident that formerly took his wife, he is now Bambi, one of the twins. Beth's parents are now still friendly with Grandma."

Anya shook her head sadly. "It still feels like we're playing God, deciding the fates of people without asking them -- without the all-knowingness and infinite wisdom associated with God. Recall that when we transformed Tracy to undo Jill Denison's murder and restore Peter, we inadvertently undid Ruth's messages to Beth's parents three weeks earlier. There always seems to be side effects and unforeseen consequences to global reality-shifts. I wonder what may happen here. I agree that we had to do it, but still..."

"When the fates are horrible, we sometimes just have to do something -- especially if we contributed to the problem," said Grandmother. She smiled at Anya. "Now let's take a breather and go for ice cream."

The END


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