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way. The crystal blue and green water spread for miles ahead and to the sides of me with no other land in sight. The beach was whiter than any sand I’d ever seen and the large palm leaves swayed in the light breeze making the temperature feel comfortable.
“Cheers to the bride!” One of the girls yelled with the flute lifted high in the air. A group of four women and four men gathered around and clinked their glasses.
“Cheers,” I grumbled and took another last look at the mystery piece of candy or whatever was in the bottom of my bag. Without giving it much more thought. I did it. I touched the piece of whateveritwas with my finger and healing Oscar’s sick tummy in my mind. The little zap transferred from my finger to the candy.
“Oh! Found a mint.” I held it up between my finger and thumb, grinning ear-to-ear.
“A mint?” Oscar’s eyes dipped down on the edges. “Are you kidding me? I need more than a mint.”
“Oh try it.” I shoved my fingers in his face. “Darla always gave me a mint to settle my stomach.”
He looked up at me with a look of uncertainty on his face.
“I don’t even like mint.” His brows furrowed.
“You don’t like an upset stomach either.” I shrugged. I put my fingers to his lips. “Open up.”
“June.” He groaned and I took the moment to shove the mint in.
“Chew!” I demanded.
“How is everyone here?” The grey-headed man walked up. “June and Oscar Park.”
“How did you know our names?” I asked in a curious, oh-my-god-did-Aunt-Helena-or-someone-tell-them-about-us way.
“I know everyone who comes to my island.” The man folded his hands in front of him before he turned toward the island and opened his arms wide doing a sweep in front of him. “Ten visitors this week. The wedding party and the two of you.”
“Oscar got a little sick on the plane over from the mainland.” I pointed to Oscar. He was getting a little more color back in his face. “It was so gorgeous.”
Flying was nothing like I expected it to be and I truly enjoyed looking down on the earth and realizing I was so much smaller than I realized.
“I’m feeling better.” Oscar stood up and stretched his neck side-to-side and brought his arms above his head. “Actually feeling a lot better. Mint must be good for the bad belly.”
“Mint?” The man looked at Oscar and then slid his eyes toward me.
“I had a mint in the bottom of my purse. But I’m sure we’d love a toast of your champagne.” I pointed to the young man who was once again surrounded by the wedding party.
With not a second to waste, the grey-haired man lifted his arms to the side and clapped two quick times. The boy that couldn’t be any more than ten years old scurried over with the tray.
“I’m Mr. Victor, your host. This is Gene, he will help you with all your needs.” Mr. Victor nodded for Gene to step ahead. “That is my daughter Violet. She will help you plan all of your adventures.”
We glanced over at Violet. Apparently she had tripped over her own flip-flops and the tray of champagne she’d taken over to the demanding wedding party had landed all down the bride-to-be’s dress. The bride was cursing under her breath and poor Violet had turned all shades of red.
“How do we do get signed up?” I asked, hoping to keep us busy all week long. I rubbed my hand around my wrist and felt the charms.
Mr. Victor’s eyes drew down to my arm. “Very nice. I hope you will be able to go to our shop and pick a nice beach charm for your bracelet.”
He smiled.
“Thank you.” Oscar put his arm around me and with the other took a flute off of Gene’s tray and handed it to me, then got himself one. “I’m sure we are going to have a wonderful time.”
“Yes.” Mr. Victor’s chin drew down and he gave a little head tilt before he walked back toward the tree line.
Oscar and I stood there sipping our champagne, watching all that was going on in front of us. The wedding group was rowdy,
“Cheers to the bride!” One of the girls yelled with the flute lifted high in the air. A group of four women and four men gathered around and clinked their glasses.
“Cheers,” I grumbled and took another last look at the mystery piece of candy or whatever was in the bottom of my bag. Without giving it much more thought. I did it. I touched the piece of whateveritwas with my finger and healing Oscar’s sick tummy in my mind. The little zap transferred from my finger to the candy.
“Oh! Found a mint.” I held it up between my finger and thumb, grinning ear-to-ear.
“A mint?” Oscar’s eyes dipped down on the edges. “Are you kidding me? I need more than a mint.”
“Oh try it.” I shoved my fingers in his face. “Darla always gave me a mint to settle my stomach.”
He looked up at me with a look of uncertainty on his face.
“I don’t even like mint.” His brows furrowed.
“You don’t like an upset stomach either.” I shrugged. I put my fingers to his lips. “Open up.”
“June.” He groaned and I took the moment to shove the mint in.
“Chew!” I demanded.
“How is everyone here?” The grey-headed man walked up. “June and Oscar Park.”
“How did you know our names?” I asked in a curious, oh-my-god-did-Aunt-Helena-or-someone-tell-them-about-us way.
“I know everyone who comes to my island.” The man folded his hands in front of him before he turned toward the island and opened his arms wide doing a sweep in front of him. “Ten visitors this week. The wedding party and the two of you.”
“Oscar got a little sick on the plane over from the mainland.” I pointed to Oscar. He was getting a little more color back in his face. “It was so gorgeous.”
Flying was nothing like I expected it to be and I truly enjoyed looking down on the earth and realizing I was so much smaller than I realized.
“I’m feeling better.” Oscar stood up and stretched his neck side-to-side and brought his arms above his head. “Actually feeling a lot better. Mint must be good for the bad belly.”
“Mint?” The man looked at Oscar and then slid his eyes toward me.
“I had a mint in the bottom of my purse. But I’m sure we’d love a toast of your champagne.” I pointed to the young man who was once again surrounded by the wedding party.
With not a second to waste, the grey-haired man lifted his arms to the side and clapped two quick times. The boy that couldn’t be any more than ten years old scurried over with the tray.
“I’m Mr. Victor, your host. This is Gene, he will help you with all your needs.” Mr. Victor nodded for Gene to step ahead. “That is my daughter Violet. She will help you plan all of your adventures.”
We glanced over at Violet. Apparently she had tripped over her own flip-flops and the tray of champagne she’d taken over to the demanding wedding party had landed all down the bride-to-be’s dress. The bride was cursing under her breath and poor Violet had turned all shades of red.
“How do we do get signed up?” I asked, hoping to keep us busy all week long. I rubbed my hand around my wrist and felt the charms.
Mr. Victor’s eyes drew down to my arm. “Very nice. I hope you will be able to go to our shop and pick a nice beach charm for your bracelet.”
He smiled.
“Thank you.” Oscar put his arm around me and with the other took a flute off of Gene’s tray and handed it to me, then got himself one. “I’m sure we are going to have a wonderful time.”
“Yes.” Mr. Victor’s chin drew down and he gave a little head tilt before he walked back toward the tree line.
Oscar and I stood there sipping our champagne, watching all that was going on in front of us. The wedding group was rowdy,
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