On Sunday morning Evie woke up on her couch around 6am. It took her a moment to remember why she had fallen asleep there and another moment to realize that she hadn't exactly fallen asleep on the couch, rather she'd fallen asleep on Thomas Shelby's chest.

'Shit, shit, shit', she mumbled as she forced her eyes open and looked around her living room. She was alone, no trace of either Tommy or Oz. Well, no trace wasn't entirely true. The room smelled of cigarettes and Evie lifted her head from the pillow to look at the small pile of cigarettes that had been stubbed out and left in the old glass jar on the little table next to the couch. Next, Evie's eyes went back to the pillow that her head had just been resting on – it was one of the pillows from her bed, not one of her old and thin couch pillows. Tommy must have grabbed it for her whenever he left, and Evie wondered whether he'd left right after she had fallen asleep or only later. She hoped he'd left right away but she didn't remember him smoking that many cigarettes while she was still awake...

Evie laid back down for a moment to consider all that had happened. She wondered for a brief moment if he'd come over to ask her about her reasons for being in Birmingham or if the question had just come up naturally. Finally, she decided that with Tommy there was no way to know for sure and he certainly didn't seem like he would admit to it one way or the other. If she had to wager a bet though, she'd say a little bit of both. He rarely seemed to do things that didn't benefit his own plans in more than one way.

Eventually, Evie got up and began her Sunday morning routine. After she had aired out the room, made coffee and debated whether or not to have breakfast, she began writing a letter to Aleen but was interrupted half-way through by a sharp knock against her door. Rolling her eyes, Evie got up and walked to the door.

'Tommy?', she asked, remembering his annoyance last night when she had simply opened the door.

'Not quite, dear', she heard a female voice and opened the door to find Polly standing in the street, clad in black and with a shawl covering her head. She looked like she was about to attend mass.

'Polly? Good morning', Evie greeted her cautiously. 'What can I do for you?'

'Will you join me for mass this morning?', Polly gave a her a smile that made it abundantly clear that it was more of a request and less of a question. Her brows were arched expectantly and Evie knew instantly that she could not refuse Tommy's aunt.

'Uhm, sure', Evie hadn't attended church since she was a small child and dread already filled her as she thought about the hard benches and the long speeches. Evie looked back over her shoulder to ensure that she had turned the stove off and grabbed her coat but was stopped by Polly.

'No hat?'

Evie realized then that Polly was watching her carefully. It was clear that the woman was up to something and taking her to church was merely a pretense, but Evie didn't understand what it was that Polly was trying to do. What was abundantly clear however, was that Evie had just made her first mistake.

As they attended mass, she made more. It was painfully clear that she had no clue how to behave. Her amens came to late every time, she made the sign of the cross in the wrong direction, and she was sure this was only the tip of the iceberg. By the end of it, Polly looked equal parts amused and appalled. Once the ordeal was over and Polly had lit some candles, she turned to Evie and guided her out of the church, where Polly removed the shawl from her brown curls.

Once they stood in the street Polly turned to face Evie with a small grin. 'Not Catholic then, I take it?'

'I was baptized but haven't been to church since I was about five years old', Evie admitted truthfully. There was no point in denying it after the ordeal of the last two hours.

Polly gave her another one of her piercing looks and then hooked her arm around Evie's. The two of them started walking down the street in silence and Evie wondered when she would be released.

'Will you join me for tea, dear?', Polly asked as if she had read her mind and Evie almost laughed.

'I suppose so, Polly', Evie told her, shaking her head at the woman. 'Or you can just ask me what it is that you are trying to find out?'

'Out here in the streets? No, I think not', Polly told her, but she could tell the woman was pleased that she wasn't playing coy with her. Was she going to ask her about Tommy? Evie couldn't think of anything else that Polly could possibly want to talk to her about privately.

'Alright, tea it is then', Evie told her, trying not to think about all the chores she had wanted to get done that morning. She hadn't even been to see Bard or Atlas yet and the horses normally took up the better part of her Sunday mornings.

Once they got to Watery Lane Evie had to watch Polly prepare the tea in what seemed like an unnecessarily elaborate procedure. Finally, the two cups were sitting on the table between them and Polly sat down in the chair across from Evie. After a first sip of tea, just before the cup touched the saucer, Polly finally asked the question that had obviously prompted their lengthy meeting.

'What's your mothers maiden name, dear?'

Evie froze for a moment, breaking eye contact and setting the cup down too hard on the saucer. It made a clinking sound and Evie flinched before crossing her arms across her chest and looking back up at Polly who was watching her carefully.

'Lundie', Evie eventually replied. The first syllable had come out normally, but she had seen the recognition in Polly's eyes before she got to the second one and so the last syllable had fallen from her lips almost as a whisper.

'I don't know who you are', Evie finally admitted after the silence threatened to drown her. If Polly had put the pieces together so quickly, she had to be part of an important family, but Evie knew so little of her maternal heritage that she was clueless who Tommy's aunt was. All she knew was that they were descended from gypsies as well.

'My mother was Birdie Boswell', Polly told her.

'Ah', Evie acknowledged that she understood. The Boswell's were a clan that everyone recognized and of course then as a daughter of Birdie Boswell, Polly would have heard about what had happened to her and her mother. All the big clans had known about it and Evie suddenly felt dizzy.

'I've got to go, Polly', Evie announced after a moment of silence.

'Of course. But Ly…Evelyn, you'll come to me if you want to talk, yes?', Polly told her, and Evie noticed her hand stretching out towards her. She stepped back instinctively and gave Polly the best apologetic smile she could muster before running out of the house. It never even registered that she forgot her hat as she fled Small Heath. She hadn't been confronted with this part of her past in a long time, but she should have known to stay away from anyone related to Gypsies. She should have kept Tommy and his entire family at arm's length like she had initially wanted to do.

Tommy was just stepping out of the car when he saw Evelyn running out of the door of Polly's house on Watery Lane like the devil was on her heels and looking back to the door, Tommy spotted Polly with a troubled expression on her face and a hat in her hand. For a split-second Tommy debated running after Evelyn but he would not chase a woman down the street in broad daylight on a Sunday morning, so instead he slowly walked over to Polly who was still watching Evelyn's golden hair disappear around the next street corner.

'What'd you do now, Pol?'

Polly shook her head at him silently before pulling him into the entryway and closing the door behind him.

'You still don't know who she is, do you?'

If Polly hadn't looked so troubled, Tommy would have demanded why she was interfering but the look on her face made him pause, giving her a chance to continue. Besides, it was clear, that she would not be stopped.

'Thomas, do you remember the summer of 1901?

'We didn't go traveling that summer', Tommy told her. He had been 11 years old and he remembered being annoyed that his mother didn't take them traveling through the country like she normally did to save on rent money during the warmer months. On the other hand, spending the entire summer roaming the streets of Birmingham had brought its own thrills and excitements. Freddie and Tommy had been joined at the hip then, an unbeatable team that won any fight or contest between the kids. Tommy shrugged the memories away and focused on Polly again.

'No, you didn't', she confirmed. 'D'you remember why?'

When Tommy shook his head, Polly nodded and continued. She looked tired and he was growing impatient.

'It wasn't safe, and even your mother was worried of what might happen if she went traveling alone with you boys that year. More and more children were being taken by the police to force attendance in schools and to discourage living in caravans. Many were being shipped abroad too. Around the country police and communities alike were cracking down on gypsies and other Travellers but of course that had already been the case for years. In May of 1901 however, Davina Lundie and her young daughter were attacked while they were visiting their clan. You see, after the death of her first husband, she had settled down but once a year, much like your mother, she would go traveling to be with her family and her older children', Polly sighed and Tommy could feel his fingers twitching inside his coat pockets in anticipation.

'What happened, Pol?', he asked, resisting the urge to light a cigarette. He knew there was no point in hiding his impatience from Polly. He didn't want to hear what she said next, but he knew it was unavoidable and just wanted it to be over so he could decide on how to deal with the fallout.

'They were attacked on the road, Tommy, the mother and the child. Somehow the little girl managed to get away. All I know is that Davina was raped and beaten to death and some time later the babe turned up at the police station. The coppers placed her in a parish to be shipped off to Australia and brought up in a respectable family. Her uncle and older siblings tried to get her out and that's when all the families were informed of what had happened. I remember talking about it with your mother and Zilpha Lee but there was nothing we could do other than to keep our own children close', Polly stopped at that, inhaling sharply, but Tommy didn't notice the sadness creeping into her eyes. He was too focused on trying to wrap his mind around what she was telling him.

'The child's father was Scottish though, Tommy. Respectable family, you know, and he got her out and took her back to the Aran Islands. That's all I know', Polly told him, and Tommy could feel her eyes on him again.

'Evelyn's that child?', Tommy asked, knowing the answer already.

'It's not the name we were told. Her uncle called her Lynn, so I knew the girl's name as Lynn Lundie', Polly told him. Tommy suddenly remembered Johnny's nickname for Evelyn. Little Lynn. No wonder Johnny had acted so uncharacteristically protective around her. Tommy moved his eyes from his aunt's face to the ceiling and exhaled reaching into his pocket for his matchbook and the cigarettes. There was a bitter taste in his mouth now.

'And I suppose you just spoke to her about this and that's why I saw her running down the street like a madwoman?', he couldn't keep the frustration out of his voice but by the end he was yelling. 'Why were you fucking meddling, Pol?'

'I had no idea, Tommy. Took her to mass with me and it was clear that she was not raised Catholic and from what you said, it just seemed like there was something off about her being a Gypsy. Something just seemed…off', Polly looked guilty now and that only annoyed him more for some reason.

'I told you that I would find out, but you just couldn't help yourself, eh?', why couldn't people just listen and trust him? He could feel his teeth grinding against each other in frustration as he tried to decide if he should go after Evelyn. In the end, he decided that she had probably seen enough of the Shelby's for one day and he had already summoned Johnny Dogs to meet him at the boatyard a little later. He needed Johnny to gather some information about the kingpins of London for him and the sooner the better. He had been debating telling Polly about the plan but now he decided to keep it to himself, enough damage had been done for one day.