“Aunt Susan!” called Lisa excitedly as she ran excitedly towards the woman in white who came out of the main door of the adobe house. Lisa dropped her bags to the floor and gave the old woman a hug.
“How are you, Lisa?” asked Susan who took a step backward to give her niece a good look. “You’re thinner and your skin looks sunburnt! Just what have you been doing to yourself?” exclaimed the old woman as she ran her eyes on Lisa, looking at her from head to foot.
“I’ve been doing a lot of freediving recently, Auntie,” answered Lisa, smiling widely at her aunt.
“You should take care of yourself more. Your mother wouldn’t want your skin too dark like that. She had always wanted to have a fair complexion like me, but unfortunately, she got your grandfather’s skin,” said Susan.
“I’m fine with a good tan, Auntie! Don’t you think I look better dark skinned?&
Lisa opened the door to the guest room and switched on the lights. As she looked at the familiar furniture and the large windows at the opposite wall, memories of her childhood came flooding back. It was her own room that she shared with Celie when they were still very young. The two beds, placed on opposite sides of the room, were still there although the covers had been replaced with plain blue cloths instead of the seashell prints whose details Lisa could still remember. She walked towards the bed where she used to sleep and removed the covers. She knew that the blankets and pillowcases would be different but still half-expected to see the seashell prints underneath. Instead of seashells, there were modern floral patterns that, although still beautiful, lacked the cozy feel evoked by the seashells she remembered.She found her old wooden closet next to her bed and opened it. It was empty and there was the scent of air freshener that tried to smother the slight smell of
“You did what?” asked Nestie, bewildered.“I climbed down my bedroom window through that tree,” replied Lisa nonchalantly.“You said that like you were just going down the stairs!” exclaimed Nestie. “How old were you? That looks dangerous!” Nestie walked beside the tree and looked up at the bedroom window.“I was six. It’s not as dangerous as it looks,” said Lisa as she walked beside Nestie and likewise looked up.“Not dangerous! You could have broken your neck!” said Nestie in a loud voice. “Perhaps you do have that ‘wild streak’ in your genes,” he added.Lisa laughed softly. “Explain ‘wild streak’!” She challenged Nestie and she slapped his arm gently.Nestie merely crossed his arms and looked away.“Whatever you were thinking. You could have used the stairs, you know,” said Nestie.“You know what? I
Although not the kind of ghosts that you’re thinking of, dear Nestie, Lisa completed the thought. She had not turned on the lights in her bedroom and she looked at the flickering shadows casted by the branches of the tree on the floor. The moon was bright, making the contrast between light and shadow more defined. Lisa looked at the small movements of the shadows as the breeze shook the branches and leaves of the tree outside her window. There were no distinct shapes and the movements were more or less random, but she gazed at the shadows for several minutes, remembering the time more than a decade ago when she was in the same room and watching the shadows from her bed.Her cousin Celie was sound asleep at the other side of the room while the young Lisa had just sat up in bed, holding the sheets to her neck as she listened to the wind blowing outside and seeing the moving patterns of shadows on the floor. She had awakened in the middle of the night after a frightening dre
Lisa touched her face and realized that tears streamed down from her eyes. She sat up in bed motionlessly for what seemed to be an hour recalling her past. She had somehow forgotten the details when she first arrived in the adobe house, but seeing her old bedroom had triggered memories that she was not quite ready for.The next morning, Lisa woke up refreshed and in better spirits. The events of the previous day when she rescued the woman who fell overboard seemed nothing more than a memory that happened years ago. She went downstairs to have a quick bath and, as soon as she had finished, felt more like her usual self. She swiftly changed clothes and let her hair hang loose to dry. She realized that it was cumbersome to be going down every time she needed to go to the toilet although it was something that did not really strike her as odd when she was living there as a young girl.When she was ready, she walked out of her bedroom and down the hallway to Nestie’s room.
With his full breakfast adding to his already heavy frame, Nestie found it difficult to follow Lisa as she left the dining room and to the courtyard. It was a cool morning after a light rain that fell just before sunrise and birds could be heard chirping as they played and on the branches of the tree overhead. The scent of the flowers was quite invigorating and gave sense of a beautiful day ahead.“Wait, Lisa,” called Nestie. “Don’t you know you shouldn’t run after a heavy meal?” he asked. Lisa had stopped to let Nestie catch up with her.“I’m not even running! That was just my normal walk,” replied Lisa, chuckling. “Maybe you need to lose some weight. You need to start burning all those fat,” she added.Nestie finally reached Lisa and said, “Dear, this is my natural form. You can’t make a square bubble, can you?” Nestie held his chin high as he took Lisa’s arm to prevent her fro
"Celie!" Lisa screamed holding her cousin's shoulders. "Don't tell me there's a new one. Who is it this time?""Stop it! You make me sound like a harlot." Celie covered her ears and laughed aloud. Her eyes twinkling."I remember you told me about that journalist just a week ago. The buff one with the amazing hair," said Lisa, recalling her last video chat with her cousing."Oh, did I tell you about him? Yes, he does have amazing hair!" Celie said dreamily. "And those biceps!" The image of the journalist appeared in her mind."How about Doc Steve? You begged me to introduce you to him when you saw him at the conference. You did tell him you're seeing someone else, did you?" asked Lisa."Well…" Celie raised her shoulders and avoided looking at Lisa."Well… what! You haven't told him anything? Doc Steve's a really nice man. You'd break his poor heart!" Lisa’s eyes widened in disbelief."He is rather lovely, isn't he? So silent and
Nestie opened the door after hearing a polite knock. He expected to see Lisa on the other side, but was surprised to see her with lipstick and light make-up as well as an attire that was not really the type that she would wear.“Lisa! You look pretty with make-up on! And that attire!” Nestie made a soft whistle. “That would surely make the boys take notice!”Nestie then realized that Lisa was not alone. He knew Celeste de Luna after seeing her picture many times in magazines and in the occasional society news. “And you don’t need any introduction, my dear!” He then stepped out of his bedroom to come closer to Celie. “You are even more beautiful in person with impeccable fashion sense!”“This is Celie, my cousin!” Lisa said. “Celie, my program manager at the Institute, the one whom I told you would be coming with me.”Nestie offered to shake hands with Celie but was surprised when the la
“Thank you, Lisa love,” Celie murmured as she squeezed back Lisa’s hand. “I feel like I’ve been imprisoned for so long and you remain my lifeline, my window to the world.”“We’ve grown up together, Celie, and I can say that you have been my friend the longest. I consider you more than a cousin, but a twin sister,” replied Lisa.“I appreciate that, dear Lisa. I appreciate that you have always communicated with me even when you went back to Malen. I am quite lonely here despite being surrounded by all these people and admired by the public. The last few days have been the worst, as I have told you. The constant presence of the guards failed to make me feel safe but have made me feel even more like a prisoner,” said Celie, wrapping an arm around Lisa’s waist and resting her head on Lisa’s shoulder.The two women walked slowly, feeling more secure in each other’s arms than with their guard
The water was clear and Lisa had no trouble seeing the cave opening just ahead. Before swimming through the opening, she took a quick look behind her and saw Nestie just behind her. Lisa gave Nestie a quick wave and shot through the opening of the cave with broad strokes of her arms and legs. Lisa swam to the surface and was quickly amazed at what she saw. The sun shining through the opening of the grotto made the water luminous, turning it from emerald to a glowing neon. She looked at her hands from under the water and saw the fine bubbles on her skin turning her hands into silver. She looked up at the ceiling and saw the ripples in the water reflected on the high dome of the grotto, giving the cavern an otherworldly appearance. The stalactites hanging from the ceiling glinted in the green light and looked like numerous fingers reaching for the water below. Nestie’s head bobbed out of the water and he quickly wiped the water from his face with his hands. Lisa watched his friend’s re
The boat glided over the water, leaving ripples in its wake. The boatman jumped aboard and started the engine, steering the boat towards one of the many islets that dotted the sea. Nestie turned his head and looked at the cliff that they had just descended. He swallowed hard before saying to Lisa. “I can’t believe we descended from that,” he said. “Are we going back the same way?” Lisa smiled as she saw the expression on Nestie’s face. Her friend took the front seat on the boat while she sat behind him. “Do you want to?” Lisa asked. “I don’t know if I can make it,” Nestie replied. Then, he added. “Maybe I can, but you will have to pull me up.” Lisa laughed at Nestie and pinched his back. “Ow! What was that for?” asked Nestie, rubbing his back which Lisa had just pinched. “For being so adorable!” Lisa answered. “Look ahead of you and enjoy the scenery. Don’t you think the islets and the rock formations look stunning?” Nestie loo
Upon alighting from the tricycle, Nestie saw the ocean and the tall cliffs that surrounded a wide beach. They were a short distance from the sandy coast where several boats were docked. Out on the sea were numerous islets that rose from the water like the backs of turtles or upturned boats. Several of the islands were connected to each other like a pearl necklace, the sea between them becoming labyrinthine for boats to navigate through. Fortunately, the islets also served a purpose in protecting the moored boats on the small beach where Lisa and Nestie were standing as well as the inner islets in the archipelago from the strong currents and big waves coming from the open ocean. “Do you like what you’re seeing so far, Nestie?” asked Lisa who had just paid the tricycle driver and stood beside Nestie to admire the scenery. “I’ve seen so many coasts in my life, but this is still breathtaking!” remarked Nestie, drinking in the scene before him. They were on top of a cliff
Lisa woke up from the sound of birds outside the window. She slowly opened her eyes and saw the room flooded with golden light. She stretched her arms and rubbed her eyes before sitting up in bed. It looked like it was going to be a good day, she thought as she looked around the brightly-lit room. Celie was still sleeping soundly so Lisa silently got off her bed and prepared to take her morning shower. It was good that Celie was able to sleep without any incident. Her cousin needed to have a good night’s rest if she were to look great for her birthday party. After taking her shower and putting on her usual comfortable clothes of jeans and a cotton shirt, Lisa noiselessly left the room. She then walked to Nestie’s room and knocked on the door. “Come in, Lisa,” came Nestie’s voice and Lisa twisted the door knob. “How was your sleep last night, Nes?” asked Lisa. Nestie had already changed and was combing his hair. “Very well. Thank you,” replied Nestie.
Lisa lay in bed with her blankets to her neck. Celie was right. It was a cold night. Lisa, however, could not figure out why Celie insisted on having the windows open despite the cold. Her cousin’s actions had been a bit erratic and illogical these past days, thought Lisa. She knew that her cousin tended to be unpredictable at times even when they were young. Back then, it could just be attributed to their youth; Lisa, herself, remembered doing some wild things with Celie. However, they were now grown women and very much in control of their actions. Lisa could understand Celie’s predicament of having to live under public scrutiny and always acting as a model figure for her father’s citizens, but Celie’s sudden disappearances and escape from her security detail were quite irresponsible. There was a quick snort coming from Celie’s bed and Celie moved restlessly to one side. Lisa looked at her cousin and wondered where she had gone after her photo shoot at the Home for the Elde
“Is that you, Lisa love?” came Celie’s drowsy voice as Lisa entered the guest room. The lights were off and Lisa could only tell from the dark shape over the bed that her cousin was already lying down as if ready to sleep. “Yes, Celie,” said Lisa, looking at her cousin. “It seems too early for you to be sleeping. Would you mind if I turn on the lights?” Lisa switched on the lights and saw that her cousin was in bed with her blankets drawn up to her neck. There was a soft moan from Celie. “Oh, sorry. Is the light too bright?” asked Lisa. “N-no,” came Celie’s reply. “Keep the lights on.” Lisa was about to walk towards her bed when she noticed Celie’s face. Celie’s face was ashen and her lips were pale. “You look pale, Celie. Are you sick?” asked Lisa worriedly. “No. I’m alright, Lisa. Don’t mind me. I just feel tired, that’s all,” came Celie’s reply. “Sorry to hear that,” said Lisa. She nevertheless went towards Celie and
The gates to the Adobe House opened slowly to allow the van to enter the grounds. There were soft knocks on the van’s window that made Lisa look at the person making the sound. She saw a young woman outside the van offering her garlands of sanaria. After a short pause, Lisa decided to lower the window and bought several garlands from the young woman. The young woman beamed, briefly showing her white but misaligned teeth. She thanked Lisa before walking off to find other buyers of her sanaria garlands. The sweet smell of the fresh garlands filled the van as it drove inside the Adobe House grounds. Lisa took a deep breath and was quickly reminded of her time as a young girl in Cardena. She remembered that there used to be plenty of sanaria growing wildly in nearby vacant lots and she and Celie would compete on who could pick the most. The flowers were brought to the kitchen were the kitchen maids would take some of their time to turn them into garlands. Sanaria leaves that did
The rain fell just too heavily and too sudden that Lisa could not tell if she did see what she thought she saw. She remembered seeing banners pinned on the trees outside as they entered the building earlier and knew that she could have imagined those to be something else. There was another flash of lightning followed by thunder and Lisa knew that it could be another one of the freak weather disturbances that she and Nestie had been seeing more frequently lately. “Toto, you have to stay calm,” said the nurse to the old man. She had come to the old man’s assistance when she found him to be distressed. “It’s just the rain. It will be over soon.” Lisa walked over to Nestie who was looking at the nurse as she tried to calm Toto. The two friends wanted to help the old man, but knew that the nurse would be able to do a better job. The nurse turned to Lisa and Nestie and gave them a smile. “He’s always like this during thunderstorms. Crying like a child.” “Ju
Toto placed his wrinkled hands on top of his notebook. He took off his glasses and looked at his audience around the table. They had all finished lunch and were listening to him as he read from his notebook. "Why did you stop?" said an old lady. "Go on. I want to know what happens next." "Yes, I want to know what happened between you and Clara," asked another bright-eyed old lady. "You had me talking for almost an hour. I think I deserve some breather," said Toto. He coughed, prompting Nestie to grab the pitcher and pour cold water onto Toto’s glass. “Thank you,” said Toto to Nestie after taking a few gulps of water. Lisa was amused. "You mentioned the Devil's Sea. Is that a real place?" Toto gave another cough and set down his glass on the table. "It's real alright. You don't hear a lot of stories about it now, but in those days, there were a lot of boats that went missing in that area." "You mean like the Bermuda triangle?" a