Setting down the checked blanket on the soft sand and placing the basket of food on the floor, Jowee looked up smiling.
"Time to eat!" he said happily, sitting down with Mari and Heather.
As Mari started handing out the plates, she asked "So what did you want to tell us, Heather?"
Heather hung her head, her fringe covering her eyes. She said quietly "I would like to tell you after we eat."
"If thats what you want, Heather," replied Jowee, slightly suprised.
They started to eat the picnic, which consisted of banya jam sandwiches, orange juice, banya pie, banya cupcakes and apples.
"Mmm, that was great!" said Heather, smiling as she finished her last slice of pie.
"Yeah, Isaac sure does sell some good stuff," mumbled Jowee, his mouth still full.
"Well, now that we're done..." said Mari, not sure what to say in fear of upsetting Heather.
"Don't worry. I'll tell you now" said Heather.
"So, what's wrong?" inquired Jowee, curious.
"Don't rush me!" Heather said angrily, her voice dark. It wasn't a tone Mari or Jowee had heard her speak in before.
"I want to tell you both about my past."
"W- what?!"
"Each day, Raposa come and go, some friendly towards me, some not, like Cindy's mom. But I want you both to know why I'm like the way I am. I want you to know my history. I want you to understand me," she finished her sentence with tears dripping down her face.
"But there's one thing I ask of you both."
"Anything, Heather."
"I don't want either of you to judge me."
"We promise. Right, Jowee?" said Mari.
"Yeah, we won't judge you at all."
"Ok then. Lets begin. The story of my past," said Heather, turning her head to look at the sea.
