"You should be unpacking the kitchen not putting books away.
They can wait,” shouted the testy Izzy from the downstairs bathroom.
The
lean, blue-eyed, darkly handsome Matt Ketchum knew she was right, and that’s
what irritated him. “Just a minute,” he replied.
He had pulled out and arranged all but one last book that
lay at the bottom of the box. It wasn’t one he’d recalled seeing before.
Picking up the aging hardcover, he turned to read the spine. “The Soul
Borrowers by Arthur Edward Singletary.” He was about to call out to Izzy and
ask if the book was hers when a photograph fell from between the pages and floated
to the floor. Picking it up, the first thing he saw was the image of a cherubic
little blond girl around three in pajamas standing up in her crib. It didn’t
take any guessing to know this was a photo of Izzy as a child, playfully
mugging for the camera. Matt made his best educated guess that this was an
evening when little Izzy wouldn’t go to sleep and for whatever reason, a
harried and sleep deprived Mom decided to take a picture. Then he noticed
something in a corner of the room, a shadow that seemed to have the shape of a
very tall person clothed in black gauze. He squinted. Pulled the photo closer.
At one glance, it was simply the dark corner of the room that the flash did not
reach, but at another there was a human shape to the black mass just to the
left of Izzy.
“Having
fun?” asked an exasperated Izzy leaning in the doorway, her pale skin
glistening.
He
looked at her and then back at the photo. “What is this?”
She
tiredly wiped her forehead and came in to the room, taking the photo from Matt
and examining it closely. Her expression subtly transitioned from irritation to
confusion to consternation. “That’s me, but…. What the hell is that?” she
asked, pointing to the shadow.
Matt
shrugged. “I have no idea, but it’s creepy.”
Izzy
turned the photo over and read the inscription. “’Isabella. July 1987. Duluth.’
I was three. That’s my mother’s writing, but it doesn’t explain anything. Where
did you find this?”
He
held out the book. “It fell out of here. It’s called “The Soul Borrowers.” Ring
a bell?”
Izzy took the book from Matt and leafed through it. “Yeah, it does ring a bell. It was one of my mother’s books. She’d only saved a few when she went into the nursing home, but I remember this was one of them. In fact, a few days before she died, she said I should read it.” Izzy looked up at Matt. “She was saying some crazy stuff around that time so I didn’t think anything of it. I just brought it home with everything else she had, which wasn’t much.” She inspected the photo again. “Wow. Creepy is right. Maybe I should read this.”
Izzy took the book from Matt and leafed through it. “Yeah, it does ring a bell. It was one of my mother’s books. She’d only saved a few when she went into the nursing home, but I remember this was one of them. In fact, a few days before she died, she said I should read it.” Izzy looked up at Matt. “She was saying some crazy stuff around that time so I didn’t think anything of it. I just brought it home with everything else she had, which wasn’t much.” She inspected the photo again. “Wow. Creepy is right. Maybe I should read this.”
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