Coming Home

By GardeniasCastle & Fitzy

I drink half of my coke in seconds; my throat became very dry after I asked Uncle Rex about Eddie. I have a feeling that Melina will put a worse spell than binding my powers if Uncle Rex finds out about the forbidden potion.

“Well,” I repeat after feeling satisfied from the ice sugary flavour of coke.

Uncle Rex smiles at my impatience. “He was born before world war one, and died in 1916, two years into the war.”

I make eye contact with my sisters. Eddie is older than he looks, older than I thought even.

“I should have asked him some history, would have been perfect for my United Stated History Honours class in the fall,” Marcella pouts.

Melina laughs.

“How many spells?” Marcella glares at Melina.

“Don’t know. There were several families before mine in the house and the house was actually moved from Virginia so he learned a lot from a range of people. It helps that his family was wiccan as well,” Uncle Rex says as he eyes the waitress who is coming over with the food.

She set’s the food down and Uncle Rex sniffs his roast beef.

‘His parents wouldn’t have taught him forbidden potions and spells,’ Melina says telepathically.

‘Unless his parents preferred living dangerously and forsaken the law of three,’ Marcella argues.

‘Mind the Three-fold Laws you should three times bad and three times good. When misfortune is enow wear the star upon your brow,’ I recite.

Melina bites her lip and quickly hides her discomfort by drinking her own coke.

“He could have living family members but he doesn’t mention them,” Uncle Rex replies. “If you guys are going to talk telepathically, please do it at home because it is a little rude.”

“Sorry Uncle Rex,” Melina surprises me by answering. “We are just so used to communicating like this.”

Uncle Rex smiles. “I accept the apology. It’s good that you girls are close. Now, there is a ritual that needs to have all the elements be present to call Eddie to you. I will write it down for you ladies and you can try it on a weekend because it takes a while to set up.”

“That will be fantastic,” Melina smiles before attacking her soup. 

Guess she is hungry like the rest of us.

“So Uncle Rex?” Marcella asks. “You lived in California much longer than us. Which are the best roads to drive on for scenery?”

The conversation changes direction and I look outside watching as families debate on whether to come into the busy restaurant for their evening meal. I watch as the street lights come alight under the growing moon.

“Do you mind if I have your last chicken strip?” Melina pokes my arm making me think that it’s not the first time she talked to me.

“Yeah sure, haven’t you just had soup though?” I ask as she picks up the chicken strip and dipping it into my ketchup.

“I know but it looks all lonely on your plate and you’re too busy day dreaming,” she bites down and savours her mouthful. I look to Marcella who smiles neatly placing her culturally together on her empty plate.

“I think it was time we was going now ladies,” uncle Rex declares as he pours the last of the coffee from the jug into his cup. “No putting off the inevitable,” he looks at Melina who seems busy wiping her fingers clean.

Uncle Rex paid the waitress who’s eyes widen as he handed her a tip, we fought our way back through the crowed hallway of elderly people hogged the seats as others used the menus to fan themselves. Marcella spoke to uncle Rex about the car she drove whiles on holiday, Melina plugged herself in to her headphones browsing on her playlist and I unlocked my phone finding a text message from Ryan.

Hello, hope you had a safe flight and I am busy making arrangements to move.

P.S. Soon I’ll be falling back into those sea blues

I felt all warm and happy as I read that last line over and over.

A few streets later and we pulled up outside our home. It felt as though we had been away from months after everything that’s happened. The shop was closed up for the night, the only lights came from upstairs rooms, we gathered up our belongings and I bounced up the stairs opening the door open. “We’re home!”

I hear mum’s familiar chuckle as she appears wearing her apron, “my darlings are home.” She says as she pulls me into a hug nearly choking me.

“Jaya,” uncle Rex’s voice breaks mums tight grasp from around my body. “You are like a fine wine that gets better every year.”

“I can’t believe you are still using those cheesy lines Rex,” Mum says before they hug.

“Care to put my wife down yet Rex?” Dad comes into the room wearing a smile of his own, uncle Rex releases my mum who’s gone all red. They shake hands then pull each other into a ‘man hug’ would be the only way to describe it.

“She’s beauty rather like your daughters,” uncle Rex says.

“Where are…ah girls how heavy are those suitcases?” Dad asks as Marcella and Melina appear.

“I forgot how many step they were,” Melina says quickly and the welcome hugs continual.

Soon enough everyone is gathered in the lounge with refreshments and we tell our parents about our holiday…leaving one or two details out.

“Did anything else happen to you girls whiles you were away?” Mum asks placing her cup of green tea on the side table. Our eyes passed over one another as we think what’s best to explain first.

“I set each of the girls up as prizes, but you knew that from Madelyn development with Ryan,” uncle Rex said running his hands over his chin.

“Yes Madelyn told us that, I’m not going to argue how turned your fundraiser into a blind date,” Dad gave him a pointed look that made he think that he was not happy with the idea.

“But Marcella had a date from a mystery bidder,” blurted out to kill off any tension but earned me a daggered look from Marcella.

“He also failed to turn up for the date, but at least the money was raised,” Marcella added hiding something behind those fierily eyes.

“You are keeping very quiet Melina, did anything existing happen to you?” Mum asked and I noticed her eyes roll to dad as they communicated together.

Melina took her time answering seeming to think about her explanation of being engaged. Marcella looked worried also, I wondered if she felt any blame for not stopping it. Uncle Rex smiled encouragingly waiting.

You could cut the atmosphere with a knife, I thought as I sat wondering what our parents would think.

The End

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