The Town of Willoughby
By: Stephanie L. Robertson
June 15, 2018
This is the town of Willoughby.
Willoughby is a quaint little Alabama town, just east of the big river.
There are quaint houses and shops, there’s a little valley chapel and the children safely play outside until called in to dinner.
Willoughby is known for its charming little shops and eateries, and the Book Barista is the favorite meeting place for Willoughby’s eccentric locals.
Eccentric, I say, because behind the picturesque facades of the Willoughby cottages lie many, many odd little secrets.
Take the houses closest to the Willoughby Valley Chapel.
If you look closely enough, you’ll see that the addresses on the door are both labeled “No 3.”
Well, that doesn’t make sense, you may say.
Maybe not. But each house is owned by the Misses Cowl—Identical twins, old as the Willoughby hills, and they dress exactly the same. They are the second oldest Willoughbians. I say second, because old Mr. Rooney is ancient. But he’s a different story for a different day.
Anyway, the Misses Cowl—whom I honestly don’t know one from another—are the daughters of the High Mayor Phiscus Cowl who died in the late 80’s. Before he, ahem, passed, one of the Misses Cowl moved in the vacant house next door to her sister and the High Mayor.
Back then the addresses were different. Since odd numbers typically go on the left side of the street, I assume the house number used to be Number 1. I suspect the High Mayor had something to do with changing the number to Number 3.
It doesn’t quite seem logical, does it—to have to houses with the same address? But that is how it is. And I’m not sure how to explain the eccentricities of the Misses Cowl.
More stories to come, but now I shall take my afternoon nap.