Running late this particular morning, Seymour rushed to collect fish before the rising sun creeping over the island would begin to burn his skin. He dreads another day fighting to survive on the island.
Little does Seymour know, the answer to him and his wife’s freedom is nestled in a little pile of sand on the other side of the island, in a little enchanted message in a bottle…
I didn’t mind getting up early to run errands for my aunts, now that I have a car to call my very own. Trust me, lugging around several shopping bags on the handles of my bike was not my ideal Sunday morning.
Before pulling the bags out of the bed of my truck, I stopped and admired my new possession. When Gwendolyn got a new car, she sold her truck to me for a pretty reasonable price. It used to be green, but I repainted it orange, Donna’s favorite color.
I wasn’t the only one with a new set of wheels. With the help of my aunts and uncles, Salem got a car of her very own once fall started. Of course Persephone had to bribe her to be nice at school, after getting several angry phone calls from the parents of our classmates, but Salem says it was worth it.
I couldn’t help but think about my mother in that particular situation. I could never see her bribing Salem for anything, and she always had the best way of handling the parents of Salem’s victims.
After unloading the groceries, I was surprised to see that Donna was already awake. She was sitting on the sofa with Aunt Persephone, and Persephone went on and on about her and Uncle Bo’s wedding and honeymoon. She even had the ol’ photo albums out!
I gazed lovingly at my sweetheart, as she marveled through all the breathtaking photos of Monte Vista. I’ve heard the stories and saw the pictures a million times before, but watching Donna go through them with so much enthusiasm was like seeing them all again, for the first time.
Aunt Persephone took every opportunity she could to show off her honeymoon photos. She definitely saw Donna’s new transformation into a witch as a pre-engagement. As she explained every photo in detail, I could practically hear Persephone already considering wedding cake flavors, floral arrangements, and even baby names in the back of her head.
“Monte Vista is beautiful, my dear. It’s definitely an option for you two. I don’t know though, there’s so many options…” Persephone raved.
I couldn’t help but chuckle out loud at the thought of Persephone planning the huge extravaganza that she never had, vicariously through Donna and I.
“Well Yellow, the honeymoon is a very big deal! You only get one, after all. It’s like I always tell Birdie, marriage is forever..”
No later than a second after those words spewed from Persephone’s lips, shock washed over Donna’s face as she audibly gasped.
“Oh my goodness… I… I can’t believe my eyes…” She whimpered.
Donna then hastily tossed the photo album onto the couch, as she stood to her feet, appearing extremely disoriented.
“I feel…. Rather dizzy.” She said. “I think I need to go for a nap.”
“Please, pardon me.” She added.
And without another word, or without even looking at me, she walked right past me, and swiftly up the stairs.
“Was it something I said?” Persephone mumbled in the background, as Uncle Barry shrugged.
“Donna, wait!” I shouted, trailing behind her.
I met her in the hallway at the top of the stairs. I went for her hand but she hastily brushed it away.
“I don’t understand….” I said. “What’s wrong? One moment you’re fine then all of a sudden you leave. Are you okay?”
She frowned and shied away from me.
“I… I just need some time to think, is all. I need to go lay down.” She whispered.
“Oh…Okay? I can come with you if you want, keep you company?” I offered.
“Yellow, no. I need to be alone right now.” She snapped, turning around before retreating to her room.
She left me standing in front of the stairs, more confused than I’d ever been. I wasn’t sure if it had something to do with what Aunt Persephone said or something she saw in the….
Suddenly I rushed down the stairs to search for a clue, anything that might give me so much as a hint as to why Donna freaked out the way she did.
I looked around the room, seeing if anyone was around, before picking up the book that she tossed aside onto the sofa.
I scoured through the pages before and after the one that it was left on, in hopes of finding just what it was that set her off.
After retracing each photo two or three times, I stumbled across a photo Persephone and Bo, and something in the background finally caught my eye.
I felt every bone in my body turn to mush. It was him, it had to be. A very young man, only a slightly redder version of the exact tone of Donna’s skin, stood there, in the background of a silly honeymoon photo belonging to my aunt and uncle.
Montgomery Parr-Teague. The husband of the beautiful Donna Grace Parr-Teague. It was as if he was looking right at me through the page. As if he knew I’d see this several years from now, despite the fact I wasn’t even thought of yet.
Still his piercing red eyes and smile taunted me so. I felt as if my perfect beautiful world was tumbling down around me.
I found Donna sitting on the bench in her room, tears streaming down her face. I didn’t know what to say, I didn’t even remember making my way to her room.
After a long pause, I spoke.
It’s him, isn’t it? In the photo…Your… Husband. Isn’t it? I asked, my voice beginning to crack.
She stared at me, as more tears rolled down her cheeks.
“…He’s alive…” She cried.