This is part five of my story "Me and Marymae". If you want to refresh your memory or if you have not yet read the first four parts, click on the tab at the top of my blog (underneath the photo) titled "Me and Marymae". All five parts are included there.
Marymae missed our next meeting. She called to tell me that Cray wasn't feeling well and wouldn't be going to camp that day. I wondered, though, if she felt she was beginning to reveal too much, not only of her story but also of herself.
As I was passing Marymae's house the next day, on my morning walk with Sunnydog, I saw Junie outside watering her flowers. She called to me, "Come on over. Have a cup of tea."
Junie was a nice woman and a good friend. But I was sure she was going to have a million questions about me and Marymae. I hesitated for a few seconds trying to decide if I was prepared to be barraged and if I would be able to avoid answering her probing questions.
"Hey, Junie," I called over to her. "Maybe later on in the week, okay?"
I waved and hurriedly passed by.
When I got back to my house, I picked up the local newspaper off the stoop and as usual I had to coax Sunnydog into the house with his favorite banana and peanut butter biscuit. He would have preferred staying outside, sitting in the cool grass, head moving from side to side, hoping to catch a whiff of passersby, both human and non.
As I waited for the kettle to whistle, I sat at the kitchen table and leafed through the newspaper skimming articles, noting the ones I would want to read in depth later on. When I got to page six, my heart nearly stopped. There was a photo of Marymae with a caption which read: "Have you seen this woman?" The article went on to say, that a local woman and her grandchild had gone missing. I was stunned. Apparently, Marymae's son had reported her missing.
"If you have any information which might lead to the whereabouts of Marymae Silverio and her granddaughter Cray Silverio, please call this missing persons hotline number, 555-5675."
I did have information. But, should I call the number? I didn't know what to do. I had promised Marymae that I would keep her secret. And then there was the package she gave me to hold for her.
The tea kettle began to whistle while at the same time I heard a banging on my door and someone calling my name. I turned off the kettle and ran to open the door. It was Junie, frantically waving a newspaper back and forth.
She could barely get the words out. "Did you see this?" she said breathlessly.
Her face was flushed and I thought she might pass out. "I saw the car! I saw the car!"
"Junie," I said. "Calm down. Come here. Sit." I put my hands on her shoulders, gently guided her over to a chair.
"Take a deep breath," I said. "That's it let it out slowly. I'm going to pour you a nice cup of tea and then you can tell me what you are going on about."
After Junie took a couple of sips of her tea, she began to regain her composure. She told me how two nights ago she had a terrible headache and couldn't sleep. "That's why I was up in the middle of the night looking out my bedroom window," she said. "You know it faces the street."
"Our bedroom was bathed in moonlight," she went on. You know with the full moon."
"There was a car parked in Marymae's driveway," she continued.
"I didn't think much about it. It was just something I noticed. You know, like something out of place. The next morning it was gone. Again, I didn't think much about it, until I saw the paper just now."
"Do you think I should call the number?" she asked.
"I think we both should," I replied.
Junie stared at me with a puzzled expression. "What do you know?" she asked. "What in the world do you know?"
What I know is that I can't wait to find out what she knows. How about you?