Chapter 13
The next evening at dinner, as both Gilligan and Mary Ann ignored the others' conversations, Mary Ann looked at Gilligan.
When he looked back at her, Mary Ann smiled. Gilligan smiled back. Mary Ann looked back down, and then looked up again to see Gilligan still smiling along with her. Mary Ann stole a quick glance at the Howells, Skipper, the Professor, and Ginger to make sure they weren't looking, and turned back to Gilligan again.
As if they were having a conversation without words, they continued to smile and give each other adoring looks. This went on for about ten minutes until Mary Ann finally noticed something. Silence. Everybody had stopped talking for awhile now. She slowly turned to see the Howells, Skipper, Professor, and Ginger looking at her and Gilligan. Ginger had a knowing smirk on her face.
Mary Ann turned away from them and back to Gilligan, who now looked embarrassed too.
Oops...
The next morning, as Mary Ann swept inside her and Ginger's hut, she heard a knock on the door.
"Come in!" Mary Ann was hoping it was Gilligan, but instead was greeted by the Howells.
"Oh, hello Mr. and Mrs. Howell."
"Hello Mary Ann, you aren't too busy are you?" Mrs. Howell asked.
"No, not at all. Did you need something?" Mary Ann asked her.
"Well no, not exactly my dear, Thurston and I were just wondering something." Mrs. Howell glanced at her husband.
Mary Ann noticed that Mr. Howell didn't seem to want to be there. "Okay, well what is it?"
Mary Ann dear, is there something you'd like to tell us? Anything at all?" Mrs. Howell asked.
"Uh...no. Why?" Mary Ann was curious.
"Is there anybody on this island with us that you...like? I mean romantically, dear?" Mary Ann suddenly knew what Mrs. Howell was getting at.
"Oh Mrs. Howell, I really don't--"
"You know you can tell me anything, right dear?" Mrs. Howell interrupted her.
"Well yes, of course Mrs. Howell. But I really don't have anything to tell." Mary Ann wondered what was up with everyone lately.
"Are you sure?" Mrs. Howell persisted.
By now Mr. Howell had become uninterested in whatever it was that his wife was trying to find out and had left to the comfort of his own hut.
"Mrs. Howell, if I ever have anything at all to tell, you'll be the first to know, alright?" Mary Ann felt bad about lying, but it was all she could do at the moment.
Mrs. Howell sighed, seeming disappointed yet satisfied with this. "Well alright Mary Ann, you know where to find me." She chirped as she left.
Mary Ann couldn't help feeling confused. What is going on?