Port Hope Simpson wild bay

historical fiction based on year as vso volunteer in Port Hope Simpson, Labrador, Newfoundland, Canada 1969-70 and coming back out to The Town of Port Hope Simpson's Coming Home Celebrations in July 2002; also based on holiday travels; Richard ap Meurig's sense of purpose, peace, quietness,returning to awe-inspiring wilderness of The Labrador, spiritual retreat & renewal...http://porthopesimpson.blogspot.com/

Tuesday, July 20, 2004

40. otherwise, Orlowski was my




Mother’s father.”
“So you and Emily might have been like Auntie and niece?”
“I suppose we might have been, although I never really thought of her like that. ”Shanolla sounded dismissive. ”It was such a terrible thing that happened. So strange that the only fire in the town since I’ve been here was in that house.”
“When was your mother born?”
“1941; Grandma was in her late teens or early twenties when she was the domestic for the Jeffreys.”
“That means she would have been pregnant with your Mother at the time of the murders.”
“Why is that important? What could that have to do with their deaths?”
“Maybe your Grandma felt she needed to hide her pregnancy from Jeffrey’s wife. Wouldn’t you? What better opportunity could there have been to divert attention away from herself and towards Loga than by accusing her of the murders?”
“But Grandmother didn’t accuse anybody at the time she ran away. She didn’t tell anybody where she was going.”
Richard paused then said,”Yes she did.”
"Whom did she tell, she certainly didn't tell my mother who never knew where she went to.
"She left two very pretty Portuguese dolls behind her as if they were meant to point the way. Maybe they belonged to her and were played with by Emily Jeffrey.”
"They were stitched to the sides of an armchair in Sam and Lizzie's front room."