A Tale of Three Pixies: Scene Nine
“Aye, Or something like that.” Saul said, leaning back with a smug smile. “Her name is Eileen. As you’ve observed. She works here.” He took a draught of his beer, still smiling like a cat with a can of tuna. “Has for a year or two. She’s kind of been adopted by the owner and his family.”
Petal looked at her carefully. “She’s not Dewdrop,” she said plainly. “No, not quite. But she’s a faerie.”
“Half, I’d guess,” Saul said. “Given that she’s a little less than twenty. I imagine if you asked her, she might lead you to your missing sister. There.” He said with a wink. “Still want to cut me into bits?”
“Yes,” Fen said. “Very much. But I won’t.” She sighed. She looked at the others. “One of us needs to talk to her,” she said.
“Yes,” Petal said. “But maybe not all together. She might get intimidated.”
“Intimidated?” Fen snorted. “Why? We are kin!”
“Gee I wonder why anyone would be intimidated by us,” Petal said, and stuck her tongue out.
Eileen returned with a plate of fries and Fen cleared her throat. “Ma’am,” Fen said. “If you have a moment.”
Eileen looked around and shrugged. “Easy night. I have a minute; David won’t mind as long as I’m talking to customers.”
Fen smiled, and was about to speak, but Lapis butted in.
“So hi. This is going to sound totally weird, but you look like an old friend of ours. Who is your mum?”
“Her name was Deborah,” Eileen said. “But dad said he always called her Dewey. Why?”
“Deborah,” Lapis answered, tasting the name on her tongue. “Yeah, that sounds right.” She grinned.
“I think she’s an old friend of ours. How is she?”
Eileen looked sad, confused, and shook her head. “She… she died when I was born. I’m surprised you hadn’t heard that.”
“What? No, not dew… not Dewdrop. No, that’s… no!” Lapis shook her head. “That can’t be right.”
“I’m sorry, Eileen said. “It’s the truth. I never knew her.”
Lapis had started to tear up, so Petal put a hand on her arm. “We’re so sorry to hear that,” she said. “I wish it were different. We loved your mother, dearly. Now we know why we lost touch.”
“Lost touch for real,” Eileen said, her eyes somewhere between curious and suspicious. “Nineteen years is a long time.”
“The older you get, the faster time passes,” Petal said. “I’m sorry to bring up a sensitive subject. But to us, dear, you’re like family. You have your mother’s eyes. We’ll be in town for a few days. Could we have lunch with you? We can tell you about your mother, and you can tell us about yourself.”
Eileen appeared to think it over, her brow furrowing with concentration. Then she smiled and nodded. “Yes. I think I’d like that.” She tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “I need to get back to serving,” she said. “But I’ll be here early tomorrow, around two, to help with David’s next brew. Stop by then and we’ll go around the corner to Coastside books and have lunch?”
Fen nodded. “Yes,” she said. “Good idea.”
Eileen smiled, and it was like the sun's bright rays breaking through the gloom on a cloudy day. “Great,” she said, and returned to work.
Petal rose to her feet, stepped over to the girl, and gave her a quick hug. A shadow passed over her face as she did, but as she pulled away she smiled. “I am so glad to meet you,” she said, and sat back down with her sisters.