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Chapter 3:
My New Mother |
| As usual Marshal was sitting in his favorite place by the window of the orphanidge. He liked to watch the many cars moving on the street and could distract himself by wondering who was in those cars. There was little for a child of his age to do under the circumstances. He was so small he did not know how to read yet, and left this activity to the older boys who sat by the brick fireplace and bookcases that lined the main living room of that drab building.He liked to see all the colors of the cars going by, and all the different shapes of those cars and trucks. Sometimes he imagined that he was out there in one of those cars especially when their matron yelled at the boys, and he hated being yelled at himself. She sometimes did yell at him to get away from the window, but she had given up on that because he just kept going back to sit there. So, now, most of the time she ignored his presence. He was sitting there one sunny afternoon with all the other boys wandering around making loud noises and talking because this was a day when they were not let outside to play in the nearby parking lot. There were two basketball hoops in the old dirt lot they could throw stuff into and if they were lucky some kid would find a ball somewhere to use and a game would start. But for now, they were stuck inside while the matron Miss Ellen they called her, was in her tiny office doing some sort of paperwork. They did not know what type of paperwork, but they knew they were extremely bored. Sometimes somebody would start a fight just for the heck of it, and Miss Ellen would storm out of her office and yell for quiet. Today however, she did not come out, and so it was quite noisy. Marshal reached up with both hands and covered his ears the noise echoed all over the old building and he felt it was a promise he would go deaf if the others did not soon stop their noise. Then, he noticed from the street came a vary large car. It was larger than any he had ever seen. The car was so shiny he thought if he were outside he might see himself like that old mirror over the sinks in the washrooms the boys used. He leaned forward as if he could get closer for a better view, as the wonderful car rode swiftly and smoothly up the orlphanidge driveway and came to an abrupt stop. A rather muscular-looking dignified gentleman in some type of uniform got out of the car and came around the other side to open another door. Out stepped the most beautiful woman that Marshal had ever seen in his two short years of life. She had her blonde hair piled neatly on top of her head, and in her white-gloved hands she held her purse, a black leather one that stayed with her everywhere she went. Her beautiful long blue dress seemed to flow with her as she slowly walked with the gentleman to the front door. Beyond this Marshal couldn't see much. In a moment however, the man came back and sat in that nice big car to wait for the woman. It was then that the front doorbell rang, something that did not happen often in that foresaken place. The door opened on the other side of the room, and Miss Ellen came bounding out to rush for the front door. She looked just as bewildered as the boys were as they all stared at the incredibly beautiful woman as she glided into the main living room and looked around. "Hello, my name is Jane Grant, and I was wondering who runs this place?" She asked as she spotted miss Ellen standing almost behind the opened door. "I run this orphanidge." Miss Ellen told her, "And have for the last twenty years." There she stopped and seemed speechless as the woman stepped forward, and wandered around the room looking at all the boys. "I am here because I wish to adopt a little boy." She told the older woman. "Please step into my office then." miss Ellen invited. The young woman stepped into the office, looked around with distaste. The chairs looked like they had never been dusted, and the pain was wearing off. She sat daintily on one chair and waited. "What kind of boy were you thinking to adopt?" miss Ellen inquired, as she slid some paperwork across the desk out of sight."I wish to find some tiny little boy, not too old you understand." Jane started. She excused herself as she suddenly sneezed with all the dust and grime. "Well I have a few I can recommend." the older woman told her. :"Come back into the main room, and we can talk to some of them, and perhaps you can see someone who would suit you." They both rose, and entered the main room again. Jane wandered talking to a lot of the boys, then she spotted the tiny boy who was sitting by the window. "What is his name?" she inquired of the matron. "Oh you don't want him! the matron said ruefully, "He is an Indian boy probably not too bright." Jane moved over to the little fellow, and said, "What is your name little boy?" Marshal looked up startled that this woman was at his side. "My name is Marshal." he told her. She continued to study him. His black eyes were alert, and she felt intelligent. "How long have you been here." She realized maybe he was too young to understand anything about days and times. "I don't know, a long time." he said. "Would you like to find a mother and Dad maybe?" she asked. "I guess, he told her, "I can't remember my real ones." The matron came over putting her hand on Jane's elbow. "You don't want this one dearie, he will give you trouble." "Well, I like challenges." Jane told her. She said looking around at Marshal again. "Is it all right if I come to visit him, and perhaps take him out for a drive?" "Well, I guess you may." miss Ellen said. She accompanied Jane to the front door. "Thank you, I will be back soon." Jane promised. marshal watched from his window to see her get back into the car assisted by the big man, and they drove away in that wonderful car. e |
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