“When I had recovered from intestinal explodeiutus I was in a state to put the pieces together. Edward had just been looking out over the sea, had previously ate the same bad fish and chips down at our favorite place the pier, could not find a bathroom when he needed one, and zoop! a light breeze sent him sailing into the sea – not actually suicide. It never was.
I was left with a new secret and an even more grave set of circumstances. On one hand the insurance company would not honor Edward’s insurance policy which could be the thing that saved the son of Father Ericson because they believed that it was he which was responsible for his own end. On the other hand if I spoke up about my intestinal explodiatus theory it might result in his beloved Godmother, Rosie becoming the guilty party in what was to become his doom and eventual—albeit shamefully partial—redemption in the eyes of the community.
I also knew that her beloved fish and chips stand was the only thing keeping her from a return to the life she led as the leader of the biker gang which had razed the countryside years before and caused a near-collapse in the nation’s insurance industry. Surely, this would also be the final straw in the realization which Father Ericson had never realized – that the orphan left on his front steps so many years before was in fact his own son and that Rosie was the mother and the killer of the former fish and chips purveyor, her mother, just previous to a 9 month spat of amnesia.
Could I reveal that Edward had fallen off of Lover’s Leap as a victim of my not remembering to wash my hands the day previous and/or Rosie’s bad cooking, her involvement in a more stringent analysis of insurance claims and it’s connection to the son of Father Ericson’s son and her son from her previous life as a bad biker mama which she had only led as a way to save the town from corporate interests and a possible Mayan apocalypse?
The fact that The Island was filled with at least 3 seasons worth of unfathomable secrets, mysterious occasions, and striking revelations would have to wait. The army of clones in the basement would have to wait. The secrets which Edward and I had held were ours to keep.
Jk, what is this life-altering secret?