As the four silhouettes came closer to Canlagos, Eleanor had laid the table with the freshly baked cake and milk. She had quickly told me that the fourth shadow must be John, some old farmer who now lived his life travelling from one part of the country to another. Apparently, it wasn’t an unusual action of his to come East when a large storm was about to come.
Seconds after the table was set, three knocks were thrown at the door that told Eleanor they were home. She opened the door and I looked over her shoulder, to see Raguel stepping inside with a big fish in his bare hands. It was a silvery fish with a flat head and whiskers extending below its mouth with a spiny appearance to it; it had to be at least three feet long. I didn't need to be any ichthyologist to know that it was one huge whopper of a fish.
“In the kitchen, Raguel,” Eleanor said and pointed to the kitchen. Raguel nodded his head and walked straight into the kitchen. “And John,” Eleanor now shifted her gaze on the elder man, who stepped inside that very same moment. He wore a pair of dirty, brown overalls that masked parts of his plaid shirt with an old fishing hat that held various amounts of lures and even a few matches tucked under a fold to the one side. “Welcome to Canlagos. It has been awhile since I’ve seen you around here.”
“The storm is coming, Mrs. Eleanor,” John answered and kissed Eleanor’s hand. After that, he turned to me. “And who is this? You must be the girl Ben has told me so much about already. Ay?”
I raised an eyebrow and looked back to Ben, who blushed from top to toe. “I’m Angel,” I shook his hand and smiled, “A pleasure to meet you, sir.”
John smiled back, and his glittering, blue eyes reminded me of Raguel's on that one night. “No, a pleasure to meet you,” John nodded his head then withdrew his hand to go on, “Besides, if there is something you should know, and if I may that is," he stopped and came a little closer to lower his voice, "I think Benjamin over there has a little thing for you.” With those words, he stepped away from me again, and that was when I saw Henry stepping inside the inn too.
“Welcome home, darling,” Eleanor said while she threw her arms around him to give a hug.
“It’s always good to be home,” Henry answered returning the hug in a twirl. He looked about the room with a hint of interest and then questioned unknowingly, “It smells nice. Have you been cooking?”
"Why yes," Eleanor said and looked back toward me, "Angel and I made a cake while you were gone."
Henry gave out a laugh when he looked into the living room with the boxes of games and their old keepsakes, "Oh, I see you two were very busy. I probably haven't seen any of those trinkets in decades; though, as for John..."
I shook my head a little and stopped listening to their conversation. It really wasn’t any of my business or concerns to hear what they were talking about. Instead I walked straight over to Ben, who had already taken a seat in the couch and sat just hungrily starring at the cake sitting on the table in the kitchen.
“Who is this John really?” I interrupted curiously.
Ben straightened his shoulders and smiled at me. “No one really knows. He and Raguel have been good old friends for years, and I suppose as long as the pastor likes him: everyone does. I'm not really one to judge though; it's just what I've noticed.”
“Eleanor told me he always comes to Canlagos when a storm is coming,” I went on positively knowing that Ben knew more than what he had initially told me. “How come is that?”
“I guess he likes storms?” He said inconspicuously and looked at me with a waved eyebrow. “Why do you ask, Angel?”
Before I got the chance to answer why, Raguel stepped outside of the kitchen and the four of them quickly joined Ben and me in the couches.
“So, tell us about the fishing trip,” Eleanor said, “Angel and I have been so excited for you.”
With that, Raguel started telling about how they had been travelling North, and how some foreign man had guided them along a little inlet to the lake. It was sort of interesting to listen to, but I can't say it was very eventful. On their way home, they had randomly bumped into John on one of the trails through the forest, and quickly he made his decision to travel with them back to Canlagos.
After the story, Eleanor started to hand out slices of the cake. It tasted truly delicious. I couldn’t stop myself from thinking that it all was because of Eleanor because... well, I didn't do a whole lot other than what she thought would be best. Not only was she a lovely wife and person; she also made for a fantastic cook.
The night went on and the sky quickly changed from grey to black. It wasn’t long until I found out that John and Raguel were very much alike to one another. They had the same sense of humor, in some ways they looked like each other, and when it came to their way of reacting on things, they were almost identical. The only real differences were their eye color and a few physical features apart from that. Though when they smiled, both of their eyes shared the same way they seemed to shine. They were alike like nothing else.
“Maybe we should get back to the church,” Raguel interrupted and looked from me to Ben and John, “What do you three say?”
When Raguel had alluded to something, it was stupid to discuss it any further with him. I got up from the couch, and it wasn’t long until I found myself saying good night and thanking Eleanor for the great time I had today. Eleanor agreed, kissed me on my cheek and then suggested we do it another time.
I nodded my head and said goodbye to Henry too, after which I left the inn and stepped into the darkness. I looked down the street and saw how Raguel and John were already near the church, but I waited for Ben as he had just barely gotten his shoes on.
When he was finally ready, he stepped outside of the inn and all of the sudden, he took my hand. I couldn’t help myself from looking at him to get a word out, but he just smiled. I then took my hand back as I heard two familiar voices talking relatively far from us. I cupped my hands and placed them up to my ears to listen to what they were saying. After a while, I recognized the voices belonging to Raguel and John.
“Don’t you think she looks like her?” John said with a glimpse of sarcasm.
“Who?” Raguel wanted to know.
“You know who I mean, Raguel. I’m in Canlagos for a few reasons, but I know you know which one I'm talking about.” John sounded surprisingly exhausted. “Angel is perfect. And she really..."
Raguel cut him off, “No matter what you say and do John, you can’t bring Rosangela back. Neither can Angel.”