Hello! I’m Bea and I welcome you to Sunlit Tides where I live. Oh, was I supposed to say “Dear Diary” just then? Oh, well. I will not worry about a little thing like that. Not this time anyway. Sometimes I fret over things way more than I should and it gets on my nerves. I wish I could be more like my dad. He doesn‘t seem bothered by anything.
Leo Capra was Generation two and Memphis’ son.
Look! Here I am at home. I live in the little cottage on the left. It‘s one room with a kitchenette, daybed, and a table to eat at. Oh, and there’s a bathroom. Perla Forelli lives in the main house and is my landlord. My living arrangement has worked out well, I‘m pleased to announce. Over the past two years, Perla has “adopted” me and thinks of me like a granddaughter. But, you know, she doesn’t act like you might think typical of a grandma. That’s okay with me since it means she’s not looking over my shoulder constantly. I wouldn’t be able to stand that at all.
Some might say what I have isn’t much. What they don‘t know is that I‘m happy with what I have. I think the reason is that I know I won’t always be here. While I don’t think I‘m destined for amazing things (my sights are much more realistic than that), I know, deep down, I will have a good and comfortable life if I work hard and save. That would be a successful life in my book.
Oh, you’ve noticed Sherman, I see. He’s one of Perla’s cats. He seems to like me more than the other one which is Sherman’s “wife” Henrietta. Perla has ideas about animals I find interesting. She told me she doesn’t own Sherman and Henrietta but that they are her friends and so, she cares for their needs. I’ve seen no one talk to animals the way Perla does. It’s fascinating because every being she comes in contact with seems to appreciate this.
The best thing about being a realtor is getting to see all the beautiful homes for sale. Every day, as I go to the office, I pass Memphis’ house. It’s been empty since before I moved here yet no one has asked to see it. Can you believe no one wants it? I’ve seen photos of the inside from when Memphis lived there with her older sister Keniesha and it seems like a fabulous place to live. Also, it’s an ocean front property with a swimming pool and bathhouse.
To be honest, being home after work was such a relief but also a drag. Dinner was something I dreaded because I was so frugal, I didn’t want to spend money on food. Yeah, it’s a necessity, and my taste buds are tiring of canned soup, but I have better things to do with my hard earned cash. I have plans for my future.
As I dug around my fridge, I had to remind myself several times that food wasn’t everything.
After my less than rousing dinner, it was my custom to check on Perla. We often enjoyed talking in the evening about our days and who in Sunlit Tides had done something new.
The bridge over the pond was such a lovely spot in her garden, I liked to stop there for a moment or two and watch the swans. They were beautiful and such funny things but I’d learned my lesson the hard way not to get too close to them. They would chase you without mercy and scare you half to death. They had never caught me so I wasn’t certain what would happen in that instance. Thankfully.
Conversations with Perla were engaging. She was an animated speaker and while she spoke, I often imagined her in front of a classroom full of eager children. I wish she’d been my teacher because I think I would have paid more attention to my studies had she been!
“You would not believe how unruly that child was,” Perla was saying.
“I can imagine. You’ve been in some amazing situations.”
“True, Darling, I won’t disagree with you on that. Did you know in my teen years I was Tegan Graham’s babysitter?”
“Who is that?”
“Oh, my sweet dear,” she said, waving her hand in a sweeping motion, “she was none other than Simon Graham’s little sister. I even thought he might ask me on a date at one point, but no. It was not to be.”
I racked my brains trying to figure out who Simon Graham was. There were no light bulbs going on above my head, though.
Perla must have seen the confusion on my face because she made a tsking noise and shook her head. “For Pete’s sake. He was the drummer for Bad Static. Please tell me you’ve heard of them!”
“Oh! Yes! Of course. The classic rock station plays them all the time.”
“Classic rock indeed. They were legends.”
I did my best to suppress a giggle as she continued.
“Those were good times. And it was good music, not like the awful stuff they have now.”
“Did you know my great-great-grandfather was Leo Capra? From Accidental Therapy? Their songs are played a lot on the classic rock station, too.”
“You don’t say?”
“Yes, true story,” I grinned.
“My, that’s something else.”
“Tell me more about your teen years.”
“Oh, no, I would rather hear about this diary you write in so much.”
It was no small task, explaining how the diary was passed down from one generation to another. She often stopped me to ask questions about the other heirs and what I’d learned about them.
“It’s amazing,” she said. “Had his diary not been added to all this time, you would probably not know anything about the generations that preceded you.”
“That’s true. I feel as if I know each of them personally since reading the entire thing.”
“Tell me something amazing from each of them.”
I didn’t even have to think about it. “Well, Memphis was the first. She thought she was an ugly duckling and that nothing exciting would ever happen to her. She ended up having a full life. Then, Leo, well, you already know he was in Accidental Therapy. After the band went their own ways, he became a composer for the film industry. Oh, and he raised a daughter on his own.”
“Who was next?’
“His daughter Blue.”
“What an unusual name.”
“Yes, and she led an unusual life, too. She couldn’t stand the fame that came with her father’s career and she moved to an island called Winchester. There’s nothing there – no amenities, I mean. Apparently, it’s a small community isolated from the rest of the world.”
“It sounds like some kind of cult,” Perla said.
I smiled. “It does, really. Blue had six children and gave the diary to her daughter Marty. She is my grandmother.”
“And what did Marty do?”
“She became an archeologist and traveled all over the world having crazy adventures.”
“Amazing! And your father, then, is her son.”
“Yes, that’s right. Well, you know him. He became a dancer in the Royal Ballet and married my mom.”
“Is something troubling you, Darling?”
“What?” I asked, then realized I’d been frowning. How could I tell her about my dad’s journal and how much it had bothered me? It seemed like a conversation for another time, if at all. “No, nothing. I guess I’m just tired.”
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Later that night, I was debating whether to get ready for bed or not. As tomorrow was Saturday, I didn’t have much of a reason for going to bed early. On any other night, I might even head to a club or something. The bars would be crawling with tourists and I never had to buy my own drinks because there were always guys to do that even if I told them I wasn’t interested. So, it wasn’t like I couldn’t go because I was saving money. Tonight, it was plain and simple. I didn’t feel like it.
Flipping on the TV, I couldn’t stop the smile from curling my lips. There was a horror movie on. Not Graveyard Gary, but a different one that Aunt Rosetta had watched with me once. I avoided telling people in Sunlit Tides that Rosetta Sprague, Leader of the Free World, and I were related. Although I didn’t pay much attention to politics, I was aware there were people I knew that didn’t like her or how she was running things. Instead of dealing with their distaste, I opted out of having that, “you know she’s my aunt” conversation. It was easier that way.
A knock on the door brought me out of my thoughts and I ran to see who would visit me so late.
As he strolled inside, my mouth gaped and I was at a loss for words.
All at once, my head cleared, and I jumped up and down, squealing. “Jem! I can’t believe you’re here!”
“I’m here… for you.”
It was all I could do to stop screeching his name. After a minute or two, I was calmer again. “It’s so, so good to see you!”
Then, just as I was realizing what he said, he grabbed my hand and pulled me outside.
As if in a dream, he pulled me into his arms and kissed me.
He kissed me!
I’d never kissed him before so to say I was surprised was an understatement.
“- Shh…” His full mouth was mere inches from mine as he smiled. “I’m here to tell you I love you, Bea. I love you so much I never want to be without you again.”
I was speechless as, under the stars in Sunlit Tides, Jem’s lips found mine again.
Author’s Note: And we are back, this time with Bea and Generation 6! I hope you will enjoy this generation as you get a feel for who Bea is. I’m afraid she might seem a little boring in this chapter, but don’t fret, things are definitely going to pick up from here on out! 😀
I also wanted to apologize for getting behind on some of your stories again. I really needed the week off, but I wish I’d kept reading because I want to know what’s going on! I love your stories so much and should be caught up shortly. 🙂 Thank you for your patience.
I’m sure you already know this but in case you didn’t, I thought this would be a good time to bring your attention to the “Everything Noble Doubt” in my menu at the top of this page. Under there, you can find summaries and characters for each generation. I have some catching up to do with Holden and if I haven’t already, I’ll be starting Bea’s pages, too.
As always, thank you for reading, liking, lurking, and commenting,