Revelations Part I

Three days later Race felt in his pocket. Good. He had enough money to go out to eat that night. He had asked Charlotte to join him and the others, but she had declined. He had noticed she was dressed up when she left, but he didn't say anything. She was probably going to meet Spot.

"Race?" Jack came from Charlotte's room with a confused look on his face. He handed him two photos paper-clipped together. "Dis wuz in Charlotte's trash. I wuz emptyin' it. I don't tink she would want ta throw dem away."

Race looked at the pictures. The first was of his family. And the second…"Jack ain't dat..?"

"It must be," Jack said inspecting the picture. "It is! Dat's Mr. Donaldson from da packaging company! What's dis?" he asked pointing to the back of the first picture.

Race flipped the photo over. "I can't read coisive, Jackie. Here."

Jack took the old picture and read slowly as he made out the words.

"Ellen, tank you fer sendin us a pictah of yer

family. Here is ours, as promised. Everyone

seems ta tink dat me Charlotte is da one sittin on

yer lap. We must git Sharon an Charlotte togethah

sometime."

Jack looked up. "Who's Sharon?"

Race paused. "Ellen…me muddah's friend. Sharon…Sharon Roberts! Ellen Roberts!" Race ran up the stairs two at a time with Jack in tow.

"Race?" Jack found Race sitting on his bunk. He handed another picture to him. Two little girls were smiling and holding each other's hands.

Jack's jaw dropped. "Dey're nearly identical!"

"Yeah. Cept Charlotte had a dimple on 'er left cheek. Sharon didn't have none." Race laughed. "People always t'ought dey wuz sistahs."

"Why would Charlotte 'ave a picture from yer muddah? An why does she got a picture of ol' Joe?"

"I wuz kinda wonderin dat meself, Cowboy. Maybe we should ask 'er."