B&C III = 11

Brian and Christine
Book Three
Saint Jane's
Part 11

Myron opened his desk drawer, took out a pad of paper, closed the drawer and unscrewed the top of his big fountain pen, fastening it to the back end.

“Now” he said “what’s the name of this place?”

Brian gave him the name, address and phone number of Jane’s Home For Girls.

Then Myron asked “What’s the girl’s name?”

“Christine Flynn.”

“Do you have a picture?”

“No.”

“Too bad. I need a picture.”

“There was one in the local paper, but it was the two of us together after we got to that small town.”

“Can you get a copy of it? Maybe we can crop it.”

“Let me call the paper and see. I can also call her aunt in Connecticut; maybe they still have a picture of her”

“Do that.”

Brian first called Aunt Lydia in Hartford because it was already getting to be evening out there. He didn’t want to tell her his opinion about Saint Jane’s. He felt it would upset her, so he just said that Christy was there and settled. Then he asked about the picture. At first Lydia wasn’t sure they had one but she went and asked Uncle Sy. When she came back to the phone she said they had one from the Christmas album. She was reluctant to part with it but Brian convinced her it was for a good reason. So she agreed to send it right away. She took down his address.

Then Brian called Peter Straw at the Gap. Pete said that they had a pictures but only of the two of them together, But he agreed to send it.

All the while Brain was on the phon Myron was making notes on his pad. Then he picked up the phone and pushed a button. “Beatrice would you please cal Lester Linx and see if we can have an appointment in the next couple of days, and also call What’s-his-name at People Talk, and tell him I will have a story for him in the next few days.”

He put down the phone and said “By the time I’m finished with this your young friend is going to be famous.”


“Really? Why?”
“Because I’m interested. An orphanage that won’t allow adoption? There’s got to be a story there somewhere. It sounds like fun.”

Then Myron picked up Brian’s film script., held it between his thumb and first finger and waved it slightly back and forth.

“Now let’s talk about YOUR fame.”

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(To be continued.)