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Rosalina
Ihavetraveledaroundthe world. I’ve walked the Great Wall of China, eaten dinner at the top of the Eiffel Tower, and ridden the bullet train from Tokyo to Osaka. That’s not all. I’ve led an army into battle on dragonback, seduced a vicious mafia boss, and journeyed back in time to fall in love with everyone from Vikings to the Knights of the Round Table. I’ve lived a thousand lives.
Too bad the only real one fucking sucks.
I sigh and close the book I’ve been reading. It’s a good one, about a ghost hunter who accidentally falls in love with the spirit she’s supposed to track down. Some people call these guilty pleasure reads, but why should I feel guilt for wanting to escape to somewhere else, even for a little while?
The bookstore is dead quiet today, so I’ve been able to sneak in a few pages… or a hundred. It’s typical for autumn. Once tourist season ends, Orca Cove goes into hibernation mode. Only the regulars come around, and they don’t need—or want—much from me.
I push a wayward strand of hair behind my ear, not bothering to trap it back into the messy rat’s nest I’ve got piled on my head. Just peering out the big windows at the front of the shop has me reaching for my sweater. Rain during fall in the Pacific Northwest is as typical as a bear shitting in the woods, but that doesn’t stop the locals from complaining. Careful not to knock over the display of books I’ve arranged, I press my palm against the moist glass. I like the rain. It makes me feel less guilty for huddling inside, away from everything and everyone else. I’m sure if I said that to someone, they’d think it’s weird. But hey, like rain in Orca Cove or bears shitting in the woods, that’s to be expected.
The door jingles open and Josie and Tiffany walk in, nattering to one another. They’re as typical of locals as you can get: middle-aged, wine-loving, clique-y. Wives of two of the fishing guides.
“Hello,” I say, pretending to fix the display instead of staring out at the rain like a weirdo. “How are you two ladies today?”
Josie stops and puts her hands on her hips. She’s gotten her hair done, short strands curling under her ears. “Rosalina, I walk past this shop every day and you’re in the window every single time. Doesn’t Richard give you a day off?”
Richard is my boss. And I’m sure he’d like to give me days off… permanently. But he’d never find anyone else in town who’s willing to open and close nearly every day with no overtime pay.
“Oh, I ask to work this much.” I stand behind the till. “Keeps me busy.”
Josie and Tiffany exchange a pitying glance.
“I thought I saw your father driving into town the other day,” Tiffany says slowly. “Where was he this time?”
“He just came back from Petra. In Jordan.” I turn away, not wanting them to see my face flush. “He’s on the road again, though.”
“No faeries in Petra, then?” Josie squeaks. She’s trying to say it as a genuine question, but there’s laughter behind her words. A giddiness in getting more gossip for their little get-togethers at coffee shops and workout classes. I won’t give it to her.
“No,” I mutter. “He hasn’t found what he’s looking for yet.”
“Come on, let’s check the new magazines.” Tiffany pulls Josie to the back of the shop.
Leaning against the counter, I put my head in my hands. Maybe this’s why Richard keeps me around. When it’s not tourist season, the only way to drive business is to be the circus act for regulars to come and taunt.
I shouldn’t think that way. Josie and Tiffany are nice enough. And I’ve had plenty of friends in Orca Cove. Sure, they all moved on after graduation, going to college or making their mark in big cities. I don’t hear from them much anymore. And when I do, it’s hard to follow up their news about promotions or travel plans or whatever exciting adventure with… I’m still here. Working at the bookstore. Looking after Papa.Right where you left me.
I keep myself busy by grabbing a stack of freshly unboxed Home & Garden magazines and carrying them to the back of the store to show to Josie and Tiffany. Despite the long hours, I do like my job. I’m literallysurroundedby books. How could you not love that?
The Seagull’s Gullet Book Emporium is long and thin, stuffed full of tall bookcases that turn the place into a labyrinth. Richard took it over from his parents, and I don’t think he has a love for the product, but he does have a love for bossing people around and owning a monopoly.
But I’m the one who turned this rundown, leaky, drafty, wooden shack into what it is now. Fairy lights strung along the rafters? Check. Weekly displays of local interests? Check. Never missing the latest James Patterson? Check. Sure, a couple of my ideas have flopped. Like sitting by myself in the middle of the shop, empty chairs dragged in a circle, a steaming pot of tea left unpoured, when no one showed up for the book club I ran. Or the time Richard made me take down my display celebrating local folklore, saying I was giving his business a bad reputation.
But I keep trying. It’s all I got.
That’s why I’m happy to show Josie and Tiffany the new magazines.
“It’s a pity. She graduated, what, eight years ago? If it weren’t for her father, I bet she’d have left with all the rest of the young folk.” Josie’s voice drifts through the stacks. Stepping behind one of the tallest shelves, I quietly pull out a book to peer at them.
They’re huddled together, pretending to look at the magazines, but instead doing what everyone in this small town does best. Gossip.
“Of course it’s her father’s fault,” Tiffany whispers back. “She’s a beauty, there’s no denying. Looks like one of them old movie stars, don’t you think? No wonder Lucas Poussin was all over her. Remember, Lucas?”
“How could I forget?” Josie swoons. “He was the best thing that ever happen to her. Shame he didn’t take her to the city with him. Saved her life, but couldn’t save her from her father’s madness. Been twenty-five years of Crazy George’s ramblings!”
Tiffany covers her mouth with her hand. “It was funny at first. But now it’s just sad. He’d rather throw away his money and his daughter’s future than accept his wife ran off.”