Around midnight Mel had arrived at the last page. Almost reverently she read the last words.
So I hope that my tale has been of use to you dear reader.
That you have found a new path in life and that you feel joy
At the touch of rain to your face or the suns warming rays.
That you know now that the idea of average is only in your mind
And so is everything else.
Best of luck to you.
Rubina R Redwood.
Was this R? Couldn’t be. The book was written eighteen eighty-six, more than a hundred years ago. Mel was tired and confused and the confusion did not exactly diminish at the words written on the other side of the last page.
If you want to see me Amelia, I work afternoons at Flowers and Books secondhand and antique store. You know where it is.
R
Who the hell was R?
Next day at school was almost surreal. After reading the book and being influenced by it, being back in reality was like going from a cozily lit room with the colors of jewels, a roaring fire, flowers and old books into an old black and white photo of severe, stiff-necked people looking down their noses at you. She could not wait to leave and go to the secondhand and antique store, to find out at last who this mysterious R was. Secretly hoping it would be the woman in red.
Mel stood outside the floor to ceiling windows of the antique store, trying to see through the many things crowded behind them, see if the woman in red was there. All she could see was old furniture and stuffed animals. In the end she swallowed hard and went inside. She immediately felt right at home, she could work here she thought, find treasures among other people’s castoffs.
“Hello” she called tentatively. When there was no answer she tried again a little louder, a little surer while looking around. And there she was, the woman in red. She wore an apron over another stunning red dress and smiled when she saw Mel.
“Hello there Amelia. Did you enjoy my ,however many, great-grandmothers book?”
“What? Yes! Who are you?” It was rude to just blurt this out but it was too late now. She smiled uncertainly.
“I am Ruby and I am sorry if I have acted strangely. It’s just, that’s what I generally do”
“How do you know my name is Amelia?”
“Is it not then?”
“Well most people call me Mel”
“Oh, of course. I should have guessed”
“Do I know you or……” Mel trailed of. This was so strange, she could swear she had met this beautiful woman Ruby before, other than at the bench.
“Once I was supposed to be your fairy godmother but things happened. Now I have moved back and I wanted to see how you were”
Mel had no idea what to say and finding she stood by an armchair she sat down in it. Ruby’s eyes were green, like emeralds she had only seen in photos, she could not look away from them. “I am not sure I know what you mean by that exactly. Why did you give me the book?”
“I thought you might have use of it. It helped me a lot when I was your age and I guess I wanted to make up for not having been around for fourteen years”
“Could I have some tea” Was all Mel could say to that.
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