WEST VICTORIA ISLAND NEWS
Inez Cadoret and Harry Solomon
A son, Cecil to Rachel and Chauncey Grimm
A son, Rodney to Helena and Ryan Kingsley
A daughter, Sherry to Lilac and Leighton Sekemoto
With the snow off the ground and rising temperatures, Faisal set to work outdoors. He pulled the blackened plants from the ground and replaced them with flowering bushes and fresh green shrubs. His home was looking better than ever.
On the nights that Acadia appeared, she continued to play with the increasing number of stuffed bears and toys that Faisal won in the claw machine. The area behind his home, near Acadia and Jorja’s grave sites was nearly taken over by Scary Bearys.
Sometimes Jorja would appear and find Faisal fishing for Death Fish in the little pond below the kitchen windows. She’d often stay until just after the sun rose, then quietly return to her grave.
Both of Faisal’s ghost friends made themselves at home. Their visits were always welcome and by now, somewhat expected.
Before Faisal knew it, summer had arrived and his fruit and vegetable plants were again producing, as were the wild plants he found growing in Pine Grove Park. Faisal bought himself a home canning station and started putting up his own jams, spreads, and Double-Boiled Ginseng Broth.
“Wouldn’t Mimi Carson be tickled if she could see me now?” Faisal thought, and a grin spread across his face. He’d stayed in touch with Mimi, who still headed the payroll department at the docks where Faisal worked before he was fired – it was Mimi who suggested he come to West Victoria Island because it would be good for him.
If only West Victoria Island had a County Fair, Faisal would enter his canned Double-Boiled Ginseng Broth and possibly walk away with a blue ribbon. Or he could enter his home baked Angel Food Cake, or…Faisal was daydreaming again of “if only” possibilities.
His daydreaming set him in motion. Faisal bought two produce stands and set them up in Pine Grove Park. He filled one stand with his canned goods, and the other he filled with summer themed items – frisbees, baseballs, footballs, kicky bags, soccer balls, and umbrellas.
His stands in the park were doing very well, and with customers on the honor system, Faisal was able to enjoy lazy afternoons at the beach.
One evening Inez Solomon stopped by for a visit. While they were watching a made-for-television mystery, Inez suggested that Faisal get a job as an investigator, or an investigative journalist. “Wouldn’t that be so cool Faisal? Our very own gumshoe, right here in West Victoria!” “No, no, no, en-oh.” Faisal made it clear that he was not at all interested in sneaking around West Victoria, hiding behind bushes and digging through people’s trash cans. “Faisal, I can see that you’re doing well with whatever it is that you do, but what do you say when people ask you about your career? ‘Unemployed’ is just so sad, ya know?”
Faisal thought about what Inez had said about his answer when people asked him about his career. He was an excellent cook, but he didn’t want to be tied down to shifts at the diner. His gardening skill was high, as was his fishing skill. He was already profiting from gardening by selling canned jams at his stands – that leaves fishing. Faisal went to Municipal Court and registered as a self-employed Angler. “I’m officially employed – but still a finder, collector, catcher, and seller of whatever,” Faisal thought as he reeled in a big fish.
‘Whatever’ included plasma bugs from a nest Faisal found under the trees outside of his property on Island Highway.