Anne looked around. She only lived in Prince Edward Island one wonderful day, but she loved it there. As she watched the red road rush past she was sure that she would never find a place as beautiful, or had people as kind and sympathetic as PEI. Anne hoped she was the Cuthbert's niece, but she knew it was not likely. How could she be when Matthew was shy and Marilla was stern where as she was energetic, confident, lenient, and pepy?
There was a buzzing sound somewhere in the car.
"Anne?"
"Yes Marilla?"
"I think Matthew just text me. Could you get my phone out of my purse and read it out loud?"
"Ok."
Anne found Marilla's purse in the back seat of the car. She rummaged through it until she had found the phone. It was about the only thing in there accept a pair of keys, a stick of gum, and a pack of tissues.
"Here we go."
"Okay see that green app with the speech bubble?"
"Yes."
"Tap it."
"Okay."
"Tap Matthew's name."
"Done."
"Now read the first message on the top."
"It says: Well now Marilla I hope you don't mind, but I started searching online about Mae and Anne. I found some records you should look at and when I went to the library...(You don't know how hard that was).. I found a book that had the residence and relative of Chicago for the last one hundred years. It was updated last on the date of death for a Mr. Walter Shirley. This was four day's after Mrs. Bertha Willis Shirley's death."
"Well we will go to Chicago and see what we can find. There is still a possibility you are our niece because Mae always liked the name Bertha."
"Should you reply back?"
"Well, if Matthew knows anymore which by how he rambled he does... Yes could you type it out for me?" Now if only Matthew would talk as much as he texts.
"What do you want me to type?"
"Did you find anything else?"
"Okay. Done."
There was silence in the car a few minutes. It was a heavy silence one that comes when you are waiting for something very crucial. Then the buzzing of Marilla's phone resounded in the car.
Anne read the message.
"Yes, since Mae liked the name Bertha I found records of name changes. Mae changed her name when she left to Bertha Willis. When she married Mr. Walter Shirley she became known as Mrs. Bertha Willis Shirley. I haven't found much after that. Only that she and her husband died in Nova Scotia."
"Now that is a lot. He must have been snooping around whenever he wasn't planting the crop."
"Do you think we will find anything else?"
"Maybe. Do you know where you were born? It might help us find out more."
"Somewhere in Nova Scotia."
Marilla smiled.
"If my sister died in Nova Scotia and married a man with your sir name like Matthew says... You have a pretty good chance of being my niece."
Anne's face light up with joy. She had hope.
"Now get out of the car we're at the train station and we need to take a boat ride still after we get off the train."
"Okay Marilla."
When Marilla got on the train and seated next to Anne she was surprised with a hug and a muffled thank you.
This girl is really something... So much like Mae when she was little.
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