Giselle knew she had to tell Grandma about that awful dream she had had of The Man. Grandma was tired. She sat at the table in the damp kitchen with a cup of steaming tisane. Giselle sat there watching her. Grandma looked at her and told her that she knew she had something to say to her, so she better come out with it. Giselle bit her lip, took a deep breath and proceeded to tell Grandma about the frightening dream she had had, and how the Two Sisters had rescued her. Grandma listened in silence. She was very still.
“And Grandma, I think his eyes were blue. I’m still not sure, but I think I saw blue eyes, like I’ve never seen before.”
Grandma’s body tensed, and her face drained of colour. Her hands were trembling.
“Giselle, you say this man had blue eyes?” Her voice sounded like granite, Giselle thought, like the sound of a stone when she dragged it along the sea wall.
“Yes, I think so, but maybe it was just the colour of the sea I was seeing…I dunno.”
Grandma did not reply. A heavy silence reigned for what seemed like ages to Giselle. She began to shift uncomfortably on the hard kitchen bench. Was Grandma alright?
“Grandma, you not feeling well?”
“I know a man Giselle.” Her voice was exhausted. There was a long pause. “I know a man with blue eyes.”
Giselle was stunned. “Grandma,” she whispered, “you know this man?”
Grandma nodded. “There was a man in Soufrière. I know him from the time he was a little boy. He used to be such a sweet child. He used to come and play by my house with your mama and Aunty Grace. His name was John. His father come from America. He was a Peace Corps, you know, young people the American Government send to help us build schools and hospitals, things like that. He get his eyes from his father side. His mother was a young girl from Soufrière. His father used to travel up and down between America and Iyanola just to see him. Then, when the boy was seven years old, he just stop coming.
Nobody know why, for sure. But one day, his mother tell me John’s grandparents don’t want the father to see him no more, or they going to take away the father inheritance. They say they don’t want no half-baked child in their family. The girl change so much after that. She was so wicked to John. She did some terrible things to him. I remember the last time I saw him. It was in a court room. They send him away to jail, Giselle, because he go mad, and he did something so bad, so bad. Aie, Bon Dieu, it was terrible.”
© Shery Alexander Heinis
(To be continued)