The Bluebottle Boys: Whitfields World of Wonder (Section 3 of 3)
I bolted out of the shop, with my guitar in one hand and my newly acquired purchases in the other, making it to Grammer’s house just as the last glimmers of twilight faded away. It didn’t occur to me until later on, as Grammer and I sang folk songs by the fire, to wonder how the Shopkeeper at Whitfields World of Wonder knew my name, or about Bethany, much less about Grammer. Or who, besides Bethany, would ever use a word such as “ere,” instead of “before.” Or what any sort of autonomous, independent self-governing shopkeeper could mean by the term “higher up.”
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Mum and Dad collected me the next day after church, as usual, taking time for the routinely late lunch and visit with Grammer before taking off. I was normally indifferent to the route they took home, as I sat in the back seat in the company of my own thoughts, glancing out at the scenery from time to time.
Today, however, I asked them to take me down Drury Lane.
I’d noted the surrounding landmarks as I’d looked for Whitfield’s World of Wonder, so I knew where I was. The landmarks were there, but where Whitfield’s should’ve stood, there was only an empty, boarded up shop – or what was left of it. Half of it had already been knocked down, as had significant portions of surrounding shops: all of them destroyed to make room for a new shopping center, though I’d have sworn they were all standing last night.
Even at that moment, however, I’d an odd feeling this wouldn’t be the last time Whitfield’s World of Wonder – and its strange little proprietor – would pop up unexpectedly into my life.
I’d expected Bethany to appear at the same place by the road where she had caught my attention on Christmas Day 1960, but she didn’t.
Dad had driven a good mile farther up the road, about to pass a small grove, when I saw vapors emerge from the foliage. Bethany stood fully formed, by the side of the road dressed in the white gown that she customarily wore. I alone saw her, and smiled and waved at her as we passed. As I looked out the rear window, I saw her wave back and blow me a kiss, walk toward the trees, turn to vapors and vanish.
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