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Part 13 - Ancestry and Antecedents
Author's note: this is a 'bridge' story to fill the gap to the next series of mysteries. Thanks for your patience.
Hoo boy, how do I explain this to an inquisitive five-year-old who does not know when to keep her mouth shut? I asked myself.
"Yes, Carole." I said. "You do not want to hurt Cindy's feelings, so unless she tells you something, you treat Betsy like
her
daughter and
your
cousin."
"Why wouldn't Aunt Cindy tell us that Betsy is my sister?" asked Carole. Mind you, I did not even bother to wonder how Carole knew that to be true; for myself, I knew from one look at the two girls sitting together. And my mother had obviously made the same observations, as well.
"She might not know." I said. "And if she does, it's her decision to tell us, not yours. Do I make myself clear on that, Carole?"
"Yes sir." said Carole. Then she said "I'm not in trouble, am I?"
"No, of course not." I said, putting my arm around her in a hug. "You will only be in trouble if you don't keep this truth to yourself, especially when 'Aunt Cindy' is around. So we'll keep this one to ourselves, okay?"
"Okay, Daddy." Carole said as Bowser and Buddy returned from doing their business and surveying their territory.
"Okay, you want to go in with Bowser and Buddy?" I asked.
"I'll sit out here with you, Daddy." said Carole. "There's the train!" She was pointing at the train coming out of the western horizon. We watched it together as the train rounded the curve to follow the River southward...
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Tiffany and Jennifer Muscone also liked Betsy, and took turns holding her. Meanwhile, Chief Griswold, Todd, and I talked to their father, Jack Muscone, in the basement room.
"I talked to Special Agent Jenkins." said Muscone. "I told him Cindy said good things about him for helping her."
"What was that about, by the way?" asked Todd. "Cindy didn't even want to tell Teresa about that."
"That's your first clue, then." I said. "Make the proper deduction."
Todd looked confused. "I have no idea. That's why I'm not a Detective like you, Uncle Don."
"Cindy hasn't told me, either." I said. "But my thesis is that she doesn't want Teresa to know so that she can surprise Teresa with something later... around Christmas, perhaps? What would you say to that, Jack?"
"Wouldn't be the first time someone has surprised Teresa with something from that town on Christmas." said Jack. He was referring to the photo of Teresa and Alexis that he and I had found all that time ago. (
Author's note: 'Teresa's Christmas Story'.
)
"So what about these bozos following us around?" asked Todd, to change the subject.
"Jenkins is going to look into it. Quietly." said Muscone. "He'll also let us know if anything unusual happens out there. By the way, are you going to do anything about any new businesses out there?"
"I've talked to the CEO of the Midwest & Pacific Railroad." said Todd. "He's going to have some people take a look at the feasibility of bringing a line back through there, or even making the area a hub again. It's likely I won't hear a thing until next year, though. It's officially Christmas season, dontcha know."
Todd's words triggered something in me. Christmas season. Most women have
that
time of month. Teresa Croyle has
that
time of year, and this was it...
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Marie was staying overnight with Carole, and Molly and her boys were staying as well. I went to the Mountain Nest and dug Carole's old crib out of storage, and took it to Cindy and Callie's place and helped Cindy set it up. Betsy seemed to like it.
"I haven't even gotten to hold this child yet." I said when we finished. I sat down on the sofa in the living room and Cindy handed me her new daughter. Betsy seemed to like me well enough. She wanted to touch my rather unique-colored hair, and stood on my legs to do so. I bent my head down to help her, and she laughed in delight as she rubbed my head.
"I'm surprised how well she did today." Cindy said. "There were a lot of people there."
"There were a lot of other kids," I said, "and she liked them. She took to Bowser very well, too, and he to her. That's the gold standard of approval, of course."
"Heh." Cindy said. "Yeah. So! Did I shock the Iron Crowbar?"