The maid answered yes to Helen's question of:
"Is miss Jennifer home?"
Helen insisted that she wanted to see Jennifer:
"It's very important matter!" She told maid. "No, I can't give you my name!" She answered the maid, who was trying to do her job.
"Does Miss Jennifer expect you Miss?"
"No, I should have called, but I didn't! Please I must see her!"
Helen was still not sure if she would stay or run, by the time Jennifer would come to the door; if she would ever come to the door, if the maid changed her mind and told her that Miss Jennifer was not home, or she was busy, or she would see no one that early in the morning, or she did not know, or she was in a meeting, or ...
A woman's first born, specially in Helen's case, considering that her son was the child of a man that she had loved with all the love that she could amass, all the love that was concentrated, all the love that had never found satisfaction...
Jennifer did come to the door. A woman about her age, very beautiful, short blond hair, certainly colored, since Helen could see the dark root at the top of her head. She was wearing a blue silk robe and a high heel white sleeper shoes! Oh, how high class she looked even though she was not dressed properly, still in her robe and all! She looked rich, classy; but above all she had kind eyes! Helen breathed in all these in just a few seconds she had while Jennifer approaching the door. She wanted to keep this memory forever in her- the woman, who had become her son's mother and had raised him!
"Yes, Rosa tells me that you won't leave until seeing me! who are you? what do you want? Is this about a children Charity? But I've never met you!" She talked fast. She was suspicious. The woman, who was standing at the door, with one leg inside, looked so much like her son, Peter! Jennifer wanted that all these to go away. What she was afraid of for all these years had happened. She was certain, the intruder, who had come to her house without calling, was her son's biological mother!
Helen, bewildered, confused, not sure of herself was about to say a thing that she was not sure what it would be. Suddenly she heard a sound, a voice, so similar to the voice of Jacob, coming from stairs:
"Mom, what's going on?"
To Be Continued
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