When Sam opened the familiar album on this day a strange sensation radiated up her legs and her arms. She thought it felt like when her foot would fall asleep and then waken. It wasnt a bad feeling- in fact she kind of liked it. It reminded her aMoreWhen Sam opened the familiar album on this day a strange sensation radiated up her legs and her arms.
She thought it felt like when her foot would fall asleep and then waken. It wasnt a bad feeling- in fact she kind of liked it. It reminded her a little of Mamans healing touch. Oh well, she shrugged, ignoring the feeling as she looked at the first picture in the album and touched it gently with her finger tips…POP!
Suddenly she was standing inside a photograph that had been taken on her parents wedding day. It was a picture of her mother and father standing on the altar of the old church soon after they had exchanged their vows -- the picture she had been touching a moment before. Everything around her was in black and white, just like in the photo.She looked down at her feet. She was definitely here at the wedding, standing in the aisle between the first pew and the altar.
She could hear the orchestra playing from the balcony and smell the rose-and-lilac-filled bouquets that decorated each pew and flanked each side of the altar. Carefully and slowly she turned to her left toward the congregation that filled the old church. Sitting in the first row were a younger-looking Maria, Big Jose and Maman. And next to Maman sat Papa Pancho. Her dead grandfather was alive!Forgetting the strangeness of the situation for a moment, she smiled and waved in greeting.
Soon, however, she realized that while she could see them they could not see her. She was disappointed- she would have loved to talk to Papa Pancho, to sit on his lap. As she was pondering this strange occurrence a new sensation was invading her consciousness- she became slowly aware that she was hearing many voices. She could not make out individual words, and they appeared to be inside her head. Her disappointment at not being able to talk to her grandfather was quickly forgotten.Confused by the voices, unable to sort them out or to make sense of what she was hearing, her eyes locked on Maria.
Immediately Marias thoughts seemed to become clear and the other voices began to fade into the background. In her head Sam could hear the womans thoughts, as if they had been spoken aloud.“I still cant believe that my Little Jose is marrying Etta.
It is obvious that she loves my son, but I was so sure that he loved Lupita.”Amazed by her discovery, and wanting to see if it would work again, Sam looked at Big Jose. As before, the thoughts in his head appeared in hers, as if he was speaking them.“Jose looks just like my father.
I never really noticed the likeness before.”Sam looked at Maman next and heard, “Oh, Etta, what have you done?”Feeling this was a strange thing for a mother to think about her daughter on her wedding day, Sam turned to look at her parents on the altar. A radiant smile was shining from her mothers face as she looked up at her groom.
Her father was smiling too, but the wise child could see that he was smiling with his mouth, not with his eyes, and not in his heart. For the first time since she popped into the picture Sam was afraid. She twirled back around, tearing her eyes away from her parents faces and faced the congregation.Will I be able to hear Mamas thoughts too?
Do I really want to know what Mama is thinking? Would I then know what she has been hiding from for more than six years? Are the answers here, here on their wedding day? What did Maria mean when she thought Little Jose was in love with Lupita? Who is Lupita? And what could Mama have done that would distress Maman so?
The questions raced through her mind like a freight train.What about Poppie, would I learn why he is always so cold and distant toward me and Mama? And why he seems so sad all the time? More questions.