Little Town Of Modric

Mrs

She was Mr's Blue,Mr's Loo, and Mr's Angelo.
She had three husbands who loved her with all their life until they died.
Some people whispered it was her behind the dagger and one little boy was sure to prove it.
His name was Maxell and he had three older siblings. Their was his oldest sister Vanessa Bir, followed by Tom Bir, and lastly Clary Bir.
Each of the children except for Vanessa had their father's black hair while Vannessa's hair was yellow like the sun.
Maxell didn't want to be known as just anybody when he grew up so he decided to go pay a visit to the woman now named  Mrs Angelo. The woman who made each man she married a mysterious figure in history.
Mrs Angelo was outside gardening.
She had dirt all over her pants and on her face.
She smiled at him friendly and waved her dirty gloved right hand.
"Mrs. Angelo", the boy said with a stone-cold face he had practiced in the mirror for hours.
He wanted to be just like his father when he grew up so he decided to mimic the face his father would make looking at his children, his wife, and anything involving work.
He bent down on one right knee like he had seen other men do and asked the most important question in his seven years of life," Will you marry me".
Mrs Angelo's big blue eyes widened in surprise.
"How very sweet Mr. Bir, but I'm afraid I am grieving my late husband too much to accept another proposal ", Mrs Angelo gave a warm smile at the boy's bizarre request and she tried not to laugh at this random display of what she deemed to be child affection. 
"Just might were your parents be good sir?", Maxwell liked how playful her voice sounded. It reminded him of when his friends asked him to help them find treasure. They never found treasure but it was always fun.
" My mother is chasing my sister Vannessa around the house trying to make her meet Lord Mavis and father is teaching Tom how to run a business since Tom is not very good with money".
Maxwell had his arms to his sides like a commanded soldier as he answered the pretty dirt-covered lady in front of him.
"I'm sure many fifteen-year-old boys would be terrible at finance ", she laughed and Maxell delighted in its melody.

"I wouldn't be ", he promised and she just smiled down at him.

" So is no one watching you?", she asked bending down on the dirty ground on her knees.
She wore a dirt-covered apron and a green worn-out-looking dress with long sleeves for the winter breeze.
"I am old enough to watch myself", Maxell informed tightening his arms closer to his side and puffing his chest out with his head back.
She fixed his scarf with a solemn smile. "Whatever you say, Mr Bir", She knew his name because his family was one of the wealthiest in town and they lived just on the other street past her house. 
"My father is Mr. Bir", Maxell said confused.
"When you grow older one day you will also be called Mr. Bir", she beamed at his puffy cute face as she fixed up his scarf and wrapped it more securely around his neck.
"Then will you say yes?", he asked.
The woman laughed despite thinking she should probably scold him for such a rude question to ask a widow much older than him."How about you grow up first before you ask such things ", she said taking his hand and walking him back home.
She looked down at his little hand in hers. She wasn't quite a tall woman, she was 5.1 but she still had to bend a little to walk him.
She walked him back to his house as someone finally said" There you are Maxell", and she looked up and smiled at the familiar face.
It was Mr Blue in a black suit and his green eyes looked right at his wife fondly.
"She didn't agree to marry me so I will return her to you now", the man broke out into a fit," you cheeky rascal, were you trying to steal my wife".
"I wanted to give her a choice before she left,  ", Maxell answered the old man as if it was the most reasonable decision in the world. But deep down he didn't say he wanted to also be one of the many men she married that the town remembered and never forgot about. Maybe then he would not be a forgotten black sheep amongst his own family.
"And how do you know she going anywhere ", he smiled.
The boy took a minute to look back at the lady whose hand he held.
She was no older than his mother.
And if his mother was in her late 30s surely so was she.
" she said she wasn't ready to marry again", the boy looked at the older man standing in front of a glowing white door in the middle of the street. It wasn't open yet but the boy knew it could open at any minute. He felt it in his gut in the same way he could see the people no one else saw but once did when they were alive. 
" She can't marry me til I'm a man, I will give her more time", and the two adults looked at each other amused before looking back down at the young boy.
The women kneeled once more in the middle of the street where no one was around except for the three of them. "I have to go but thank you for looking out for me even if you didn't know me " , she kissed him on the head then left hand in hand with her first husband Mr Blue.

She was back to being Mrs Blue and no one would ever believe what the boy saw. His great adventure was over but the boy knew he would soon dream of a new one.
...............
The news broke out the woman had died in her garden the next morning. Heart attack they said.
The boy heard all of this from his breakfast table.
His mother expressed her sadness for all of a minute before going back to her needlework.
Vanessa poked at her food and didn't care for what she thought was gossip.
Tom was busy playing with his food and making his eggs look like boobs.
Clary was just brushing her doll's hair but no one knew the odd dream Maxell had about an old little lady in her garden or how she had refused his hand in marriage to marry her first late husband.

He thought his dream had led him to the woman to marry but maybe his dreams were tougher to make out the meaning of.

It was not like he could ask anyone and by the time his breakfast had come with a surprise cookie he had forgotten his story completely.

He told his disinterested parents anyway over their breakfast but his mother was nearly done with her needlework and his father had come down for breakfast for five minutes to eat then rushed to work.

Once again he was forgotten. 

He sometimes wondered if the only person who truly remembered him was the dead.