Just by his request, Anthony found pancakes and orange juice on the kitchen table when he came over. It had taken 3 burnt pancakes and one call from a neighbor above who could smell the burning until I finally made his pancakes. Sometimes Anthony can really make me hate him at times.
"So Anthony, I found something really interesting. I was looking through orphanages in the Long Island area, and one website had a picture of my dad as their cover photo." I could tell he was still trying to wake up.
"Did you contact them?"
"No I was planning on doing that today with you and see if they had any records of my grandmother."
"That's a smart idea. What was the name of it?" Anthony asked as he shoved pancakes into his mouth.
"Pepperidge Orphanage, why?"
"Well my dad is a real estate agent so he could help us find out where your Grandmother used to live."
Anthony isn't the smartest kid in the world, but when he really wants to, he can. I log onto my computer and show him the page. He agreed that it was my dad. He dialed the number and told them about our situation.
"No we would like to see the file of Graham Reddick...It's for family purposes...Yes we are trying to find his mother...By letter?...Ok so you'll send that over around noon?...Sounds great. The email address is creddick34 . Thank you so much Miss."
"Ok so she'll send over his file around noon by email." Not bad.
We talk and watch YouTube videos for the next 4 hours when I hear a ding. Anthony grabs my computer before I was even able to pause the video. His face is glued to the screen when his mouth drops.
"Cal, you won't believe this..."
To be continued...