The Family Secret (part 2)
This is part 2 of The Family Secret
"I'm beginning to think we came here on a goose chase," I said to Holly as I started up the engine.
She looked at me and sighed. "We came all this way so, let's give it a few more days, maybe something will come up." Holly paused. "The police told us they'd call us."
I sat there and waited. "Maybe you're right."
"I have an idea," Holly said. "Let's go to the supermarket and get something at the deli and bring it back with us to the motel."
"Sounds good to me. I am getting hungry."
We were passing the books and magazine section. I said to Holly, "I need to find something good to read."
Holly was looking at the paper backs while I was glancng at the magazines. I noticed this tall dark haired middle aged man who stopped to check out the magazines. I had a magazine in my hand. I tried not to make it obvious, but I glanced over at him, again. I had a good memory for faces and his face looked familiar. I stood there for a moment trying to pin point where I had seen him. It then dawned on me, the pictures. I quickly glanced at him, again. "I'm sure it's him," I said to myself. I had looked at those pictures so many times. I had to ask him if he knows my mother. Those photos stayed in my mind and they were haunting me. He was probably an old boyfriend of hers, but somehow that didn't make me feel any better. I had kept the letters and photos together. I reached into my handbag and pulled out the photos. If I showed him the photo I wouldn't feel as stupid, if it wasn't him.
I walked over to the man, with Holly following me. She had no idea of what I was doing, but I knew she would catch on to it.
"Excuse me, sir," I said. He looked up from the magazine he was glancing at. I cleared my throat. "You look so familiar to me." I handed him the picture. "I had to ask if you know my mother?"
He gentleman looked it over. "It sure does look like me and my wife," he said. "This is your mother?" he asked, still eyeing the picture.
I nodded my head without saying anything.
"My wife and I have no daughters, but we have a son who's 20 years old," he said, handing me back the picture. 'You know what they say, we all have at least one look alike." He smiled. "Maybe their our twins," he said in a joking manner.
I glanced back at the photo. The word twin, trigged off something in my mind. I remembered the words in the letter, "I don't ever want him to find out about us." That's it, there are two of them, their twins!, I thought "By any chance is your name Phil?" I asked the gentleman.
Holly rolled her eyes at me. "Is it Phil Sanders?" she asked him.
He squinted his eyes from confusion. "But how do you know my name?" he asked us.
"We don't have all the answers, sir. My friend, Holly and I came here to find out. I'll try to explain the story the best I can, but this is not the right place to discuss anything. I'm sure you'll have a lot of questions to ask, just as I have."
Phil raised an eyebrow. "I sure would like to know what is going on."
"Maybe we can discuss it over a cup of coffee."
He lead the way to the restaurant. When we got there we waited for a booth to sit at, which gave us some privacy. I handed the letters over to Phil and read them. He reacted to this just as I had, confused. He was also disturbed about families keeping secrets from each other.
We all started to put the pieces of this complicated soap opera together because to me, it reminded me of the soaps on TV. There were many questions to be answered, which we all wanted to know, even if it messed up our lives.
Once again we followed him to his home. Holly did the driving this time because I was much too shook up to drive. Phil lived in a mobile home, in a mobile home park. I didn't know much about trailers, but it looked fairly new. It was the first time that Holly and I have ever been in one.
We followed Phil into his mobile home. We were both surprised because it was so big and roomy. The place ws nicely decorated and very neat. We both complimented him about his home.
To be continued
