It was early morning and she was sipping her tea quietly thinking of the past and all the memories that she had given up on repressing. The children and all their angelic faces, their pristine voice which she had helped to form and the way they all looked up to her. She missed all seven of them Leisl, Friedrich, Louisa, Brigitta, Marta, and Gretl. And oh what was that other boy's name…KURT! She thought silently to her self, she never could figure out why it was that child that she always forgot, yet she always managed to remember that she did forget him. Most of all however, she couldn't forget the man she was in love with, the children's father Captain Von Trapp. It was harder for her to allow her thoughts to venture towards him. Her heart belonged to him, and he would never know.
She rubbed her hands together; it was always cold in her apartment in the winter mornings. It was almost time for one of her favorite morning shows and she took her usual seat in her lazy boy recliner chair that was placed in front of her radio. She had missed hearing her program for nearly a week. She was getting more involved with her church she missed the smell of her faith. She had been directing the St. John choir for about four months since she had runaway from the Villa and the abbey all together. They were a nice group of people, but hey had no where near the same amount of talent as the seven children she governed and taught to sing. Her choir tried hard and the managed to sound fair during mass. So, she considered it a triumph none the less. She hadn't realized through all her hustle and bustle that she had missed out on so much on her show. In fact she didn't even know who they were interviewing today.
On her program they were interviewing people and their families and how they were affected by World War II. As she listened she kept hearing the name Von Trapp over and over again. It would spike her attention and her heart would start pounding to the sound of the name, sure enough it was a popular name in Austria. She had heard that he was to be interviewed tomorrow morning. Apparently he and his family had escaped from the Nazis and were to be on the show to tell their story. They also kept mentioning of a woman they were inquiring after. She thought they said their governess but she figured she was just hearing wrong and sent the idea out of her thoughts.
Taking another sip of tea she forced her self out of her comfortable chair that she could have just sat in all day long. But, she had to go to the choir practice for the church even if she wished to be somewhere else. Her apartment was small, the view though was beautiful, and she could see a park and a small pond off in the distance. I was enough space for one, so she never found it her place to complain. It was her own fault that she became so comfortable, she could almost say loved, but she didn't want to think about that, in the captain's Villa. That was the reason why she was here, why she felt she had to leave. It wasn't her place to take a love she wanted; she was a young postulant, there only on God's obligation.
Trying to force the thoughts back once again, and failing, she began to turn the radio off and head out to direct her choir. As her finger was about to press the button a warning was sent out for a missing person. The host of her program was announcing that the picture was on the front page of the newspaper. Maria hadn't even looked at the paper yet this morning. Usually she had the neighbor boy drop her a newspaper when he goes to get his own for his father and she pays him 10 cents per run. Today she found the paper had been slid under her door. She figured he was in a hurry to not knock for his 10 cents. She grabbed the paper and flipped it up and out. The image was smiling and had the garments of a postulant. She stared at it, not recognizing who the girl was at first. Then the host said her name and started announcing about the picture.
"This is a picture of Maria, in her postulant garments; this is a picture that the Von Trapp family has sent out to the press. It apparently was their governess who went missing…"
Her eyes were now glued to the paper. She couldn't believe it! It was her family! They were actually looking for her. She heard static and then she heard the host apologizing. He wasn't supposed to talk about the newspaper just yet. It was supposed to be saved for tomorrow's show, which the Von Trapp family was going to present it together with more detail. Skimming her eyes, looking for the article to go with her picture she only found a short paragraph explaining who she was and to listen to the radio tomorrow morning where an interview will take place and explain the picture to the listners.
She hadn't noticed that she had spilled her tea in all the unexpected events that just went on. She picked up the phone and asked the operator for the St. John's church. She left a message with a man named Martin, telling him she would not be ale to show up today for choir practice. The man inquired why, but all Maria could say was that something important came up and she wouldn't be able to show. Not pushing any further, he agreed to tell them and then she heard a dial tone on the other line and she hung up.