It had been a busy day so as soon as was possible, Rosetta excused herself. She wasn’t planning on taking a nap but it wasn’t long before her heavy eyes closed. The rhythm of her breathing soon changed and she was out like a light.
There were many times in everyday life when Rosetta was aware she was not alone. As a child, she and her brother Holden had experienced some strange things. While Holden chose to deny and even block the memory of their special powers, she did the opposite.
Shelly Bingham, one of the members of The Inheritance, had helped her hone her abilities. Rosetta learned a lot from Shelly and after a time, even surpassed her. She looked upon her abilities as a gift, much like Shelly did. Rosetta couldn’t imagine going through life without this extra part of her. She knew it made her special and special people went further in life.
Rosetta’s ultimate dream was to become the leader of the free world and she didn’t have a single doubt that this dream would come true. She was already employed by the mayor and in the near future, she planned to run for office.
Golden dreams of success and power swirled in her mind as she slept. Gradually, though, she became aware of a presence in the room. She didn’t want to leave her dream behind but she also didn’t want to miss any chance of conversing with a spirit.
Stretching, Rosetta slowly sat up only to see it was Clara who stood there, staring strangely at her.
“Hello, Clara,” Rosetta murmured as she rubbed her eyes.
“Did you have a nice nap?”
“Yes, thank you. May I ask what you are doing in my room?”
“I hope I didn’t startle you,” Clara answered. “Your repose looked so peaceful, I couldn’t help but stare.”
“I was having a good dream. You did not answer my question, though.”
Clara smiled slightly as if now only realizing how awkward her position was. “I apologize, Miss. I only came to tell you dinner will be served in half an hour. Do you need help dressing?”
“No thank you, Clara. Tell me, what is it you do? Are you related to Mr. Ridley?”
“Gracious no!” she exclaimed. Training her eyes downward, she smiled softly again, her expression far away. “I was Mrs. Ridley’s best friend. We met when she was a young girl and my papa came to work for Mr. Ridley. We had such a connection, I’ve never felt anything as strong before or since.”
“How and when did Mrs. Ridley die?”
Clara stared at Rosetta, her eyes suddenly glistened with unshed tears. “She was only in her thirties when she died in childbirth. The baby died, too.”
“Yes, terribly sad.”
“Do you live here?” Rosetta asked.
Clara frowned. “Well, yes, I do. I lived here even after Papa died. Mrs. Ridley did not want to be without me. I was there when she died, you know.”
A small smile played on Rosetta’s lips. “Tell me, Clara… when did you die?”
Our story will continue on July 7th. Next Wednesday, look for an installment of “It’s the 20s!”
Thank you for reading,