Mrs. Gold was sitting at granny's diner with a cup of coffee in the afternoon, she was still getting looks and whispers. Henry the major's son sat in the booth just behind her. She could hear him sighing in frustration. "Ruby!" Mrs. Gold called over the scantily dressed waitress.
"Yes Mrs. Gold? Do you need a refill?"
"Yes, and could you get this little guy a hot chocolate?"
"Coming right up." Once she brought Henry the hot chocolate, and filled Mrs. Gold cup, she went back to flirting with another customer, and Henry took his mug and sat opposite Mrs. Gold.
"Thanks." he said trying to smile.
"Your welcome Henry." After some silence she ask, "Is everything ok?"
"I guess."
"You sure about that?"
"No. I don't belong here."
"What makes you think that?"
"Nothing here changes. Not one person has gotten any older, or done anything really different. I'm the only one aging." and she smiled knowing exactly what he meant. "Ms. Blanchard, gave me this book," he pulled the story book out of his backpack. "I think it means something." he should Mrs. Gold the book.
"You know what I think Henry?"
"What?"
"That Ms. Blanchard looks an awful lot like Snow White here." She said pointing at the art work.
"I noticed that too!"
"Have you read the book all the way through?"
"No I just got it."
"Huh?" she said flipping through more pages.
"What is it?"
"Well its just really odd. There are a lot of people in with town that fit in with these characters."
"Really? Who else?" he asked excited.
"Well like Ruby and Granny." She showed him the story of little red riding hood.
"You're right! Who else do you think?"
"How about you go read this from cover to cover and then you can tell me?"
"Alright!" The youngster finished his hot chocolate and thanked Mrs. Gold again, then ran home.