Getting stranded on an island had certainly not taken out the grandeur of being Thurston Howell III from the shipwrecked Wizard of Wall Street. He kept reading the same stock reports, they never went up, and they never went down. To break from routine, he read them like a short story; the evil Consolidated Oil Conglomerate attacking the brave knights of the Howell Fortune 500 Company. The wealthy chairman of the board, philanthropist and investor sat next to his wife, Socialite Eunice Lovee Howell, in front of their hut on cots made for them. Every once in a while, she threw a party on the island to cheer herself up and her fellow castaways joined in to relieve the pressure as a distraction from living on the island. Their hut was the largest on the island with four rooms and two double doors in which to enter. They sipped drinks made from the juices of exotic island fruits and liquor from their traveling stock.
"A bit more mango, my dear." He looked over as his wife read her twelfth book for the eighth time, and yet, forgot every time she read it that the disgruntled chauffeur was the killer.
"Yes, darling." She replied as the Professor strolled by carrying cut poles to rebuild the stage damaged in last month's storms. They looked up as he carried out the work in the clearing.
"How goes it, Professor?" Mr. Howell called.
"Swimmingly." He answered back.
"Does Mary Ann still think she's Ginger?"
"I'm afraid so." The Professor took the break to get a drink of water from his canteen.
"Oh," Lovee looked over. "Are we back to that old game?"
"It's not a game, Mrs. Howell." The Professor explained. "Mary Ann has amnesia again thinks she's Ginger."
"And who does Ginger think she is?"
"Lovee, please try to understand." Mr. Howell started. "Mary Ann thinks she's Ginger, but Ginger doesn't want to be Mary Ann, so Mary Ann who thinks she's Ginger is pretending to be Mary Ann even though she thinks she's Ginger."
"No more vermouth in the pineapple and mango juice, darling." Lovee took his bamboo cup.
"It's very simple, Mrs. Howell." The Professor started. "Mary Ann is just thinking as Ginger acting as Mary Ann."
"And Ginger is Mary Ann trying to be Ginger?" Lovee looked him over.
"Holy Abbott and Costello," Thurston Howell III wringed his hands out and sat up. "Lovee, this doesn't concern Ginger."
"Then why does Mary Ann think she's Ginger?"
"Because she hit her head." The Professor added.
"Over Ginger?" Lovee asked as she honestly tried to understand. Sometimes, she had the thought they created these incidents on purpose to challenge or confound her. She rubbed her chin thinking it all out as Mary Ann lightly glided past their hut. She was wearing her cut off jeans and striped shirt, but her personality was very haughty and self-centered and her hair long and straight like a proper young lady.
"Who are you today, darling?" Lovee asked her.
"Well, I'm..." She noticed the real Ginger Grant entering the clearing a short distance away where Gilligan and the Skipper were in their Laurel and Hardy mode of repairing the stage. Still thinking the person she shared her hut with was a Mary Ann Sommars pretending to be herself, she answered what she thought she was supposed to say.
"I'm Mary Ann." She claimed.
"Not according to these two, darling." Lovee sat back as if she thought her husband and the Professor had lost their minds.