Unclaimed Treasures
“They washed over her at night, waking her in the moonlight. They touched her as she stood with Matthew in the attic room, watching him watch her. After a while, she would turn her head, ever so slowly, to look at the beautiful creature in the mirror. She was always startled to see the girl in the long white dress, even though she willed herself not to be startled. Watching the two thirds of a trio practice faithfully each day in the garden kept the thoughts alive; and seeing Old Pepper nod to himself under the tree, as if agreeing with his own thoughts of death, nearly overwhelmed her. Her own mother, too, was a constant reminder of things extraordinary. Or were they things ordinary?
Willa began asking.
“Ah, extraordinary, let’s see,” murmured Aunt Lulu, leaning forward, her flute under her arm. “Playing all the sharps and flats,” she finally answered with a sideways glance at Aunt Crystal.
Aunt Crystal disagreed, shaking her head vigorously.
“A glossy ibis,” she pronounced.
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