Stunned, speechless they stared at the photo. Myrtle gasped and picked it up with trembling hand. One glance and she knew, “Mary! It’s our Mary, isn‘t it?”
“My picture, where did you find my picture?” Exclaimed Mary, walking into the kitchen just as Myrtle picked it up. With trembling fingers, she plucked it from Myrtle’s hand. “This is all I have of my mother and me,” she said, wiping tears of joy from her eyes, at having it back in her possession. “I’d hoped this photo would guide us back to our home, but somehow I lost it. See, there’s an address on the back. If only I could make it out I’d know where to look, but some of the words are faded and blurred,” said Mary.
“But Mary,” said Henry, watching her hold the photo lovingly in her hand. “If this is your photo, you don’t have look further. Don’t you see, Mary, you’re - - - ,”
“No, you don’t understand,” said Mary, interrupting Henry mid-sentence. Tears were streaming down her face, as she said, “I stood in this very doorway watching as Angelia held and fed my son, the very first day we were here. With my whole being, I had wished she was my mother! But she isn’t my mother any-more than this is my home! Don’t you see? I have to find my home! If I don’t we’ll never be safe!”
Michael having offered to tuck the tired young’uns into bed, now stood behind Mary, an unreadable expression on his face as he looked from his father to her.
“I thought you folks were going to the circus. You haven’t changed your minds, have you?” asked Angelia.
“Well,” said Michael, eyeballing his aunt suspiciously. “We’ve already been to the Rowley circus, and have dined at the Cabin Buffet. I’ve brought Mary and the children home and we’ve already put them to bed,” he said, studying the sheepish look on everyone’s face.
“Don’t you realize it’s after midnight?” Mary asked, wiping away her tears.
“Really!” said Henry. Sliding his chair back from the table, he stood, stretched and yawned. “In that case, I guess we should continue this conversation in the morning, see you tomorrow Angelia. Get your things, Myrtle.”
“Oh no you don’t, Dad,” said Michael. “I walk into this kitchen and Mary’s crying and saying something about a picture and leaving. I want to know what’s going one. Why is Mary suddenly wanting to leave?”
“Look son, it’s late. We open the Deli at six. I’ll call Iona in the morning and ask if she’ll watch it for a few days. I’ll explain everything then! Let’s hope it’s enough time to figure this mess out, before Caroline shows up on Angelia’s doorstep.”
“Mess, I don’t know what mess you’re talking about Dad, so why don‘t you fill me in, now!” replied Michael.
While Michael and Henry were talking, Mary had been studying the blueprints. Something on or about them had caught her eye. “What’s this?” she asked, pointing at what looked like a children’s park.
“You really don’t recognize Mary’s garden, even though you should, do you? Henry asked, looking ruefully at her.”
“How would I know?” Mary asked, suddenly puzzled by Henry’s tone of voice and question.
“Henry’s right, it’s late,” said Myrtle, rolling the blueprints together, she handed them to Angelia. “Stash these in your safe until tomorrow.” She said. Turning to Ben, she said, “If you could put your crew to work and join us around nine tomorrow, we’d appreciate it,”
While Myrtle, Angelia and Ben, were talking Henry pulled Michael to the side and hopefully out of everyone’s hearing. “Keep an eye on Angelia’s house guests, and make sure they don’t disappear, before I get to question them tomorrow,” he said.
One look at his father’s face and Michael knew his dad was dead serious. “You aren’t making any sense and I don’t like where this conversation is heading, so why don‘t you tell me what’s on your mind, dad,” said Michael through clenched teeth.
“I guess you’ll just have to wait until morning to find out,” said Henry, as Myrtle shooed him out the door and closed it firmly behind them.
Mary stood as if rooted to the same spot she’d stood in for almost a half hour. Going to her Michael pulled her close. Turning to his aunt he said, “Okay, what in the name of all that’s sane, is going on here?”
“Tomorrow is soon enough to answer all of your questions,” she said, stifling a yawn. “Right now I need time to rest and digest everything that’s happened, before discussing it with anyone.”
Angelia seeing Mary trembling with fright, hurried to her side. “What’s wrong, Mary? She asked, what has you so worried and upset?”
“Why is Henry mad at me, I heard him telling Michael to keep an eye on me, then he called me a little heiress. I don‘t even know what that is! Is he angry because I took back my picture?” Mary asked, as tears glistened in her eyes. “What did I do wrong? Is Henry going to put me in jail, because someone found my photo? The man that gave it to me when I was ten, warned me, I’d be in big trouble with the police, if they ever caught me with it, and Henry is the police!” said Mary trembling fearfully .
“Oh, child! How horribly frightened you must have been with such a horribly cruel joke hanging over your head. Who would be so cruel as to tell you that you could go to jail, because of a photo? Now get some sleep, because unless I miss my guess, every-thing will become clear to you in the morning.” Giving Mary hugs, she threw Michael sheets, blankets and a pillow. “Now off to bed with the both of you, she said.
Michael, had been watching Mary closely. Seeing how tired, and confused she was, he pulled her tenderly to him for a gentle hug and a kiss on the forehead, declining her offer to make the couch up for him.
After arriving home, she’d discovered she was leaking a funny colored, smelly discharge. The twinges that had started in her lower back and stomach were also becoming gradually stronger with each passing moment.
Drained and bewildered by the night’s events, she said her good nights and went to bed. Years ago, Mary had learned to ignore most of the pain inflicted on her and exhausted from the day’s events, she had no trouble falling asleep.