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Date Posted: Tuesday, October 19, 10:59:23pm
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Nikita507
's message, "Priority Mail (A New Story)" on Sunday, October 17, 10:48:18pm
“The funds from the last fundraiser helped us put in this garden. It is helping us to become self-sustaining and we are able to use some of the fruits and vegetables for the child care center that we operate,” Rhoda explained as she walked outside into the garden that was void of visitors right now. She turned and looked at Lieutenant McCarty and stopped. “Thank you for coming.”
“I should have been here last week,” Lieutenant Nathaniel McCarty responded as he looked at Sister Rhoda. He had struck up a friendship with her while she was working in the Emergency Room as a nurse and he was just a rookie cop. He had at one time thought that he would ask her out but soon found that she had another calling in her life. But many times she gave him an extra bag of ice or he helped her out in protecting an abused girlfriend or wife.
Rhoda turned and sat down on the wooden bench and looked around. “I was trying to resolve the issue… but Mary still does not talk.”
“The woman you found here… a half a year ago?” Nat asked as he tried to get his mind around what Rhoda needed right now. He would do whatever he could for her. She was always so open to take on the hard cases and there were plenty of witnesses that had been protected in the walls of the convent over the past several years primarily because of Rhoda’s nature and her skills as a nurse.
“We started to call her Mary,” Rhoda revealed as she looked at the police detective. “I thought that she would start talking if given the time.”
“Maybe she can’t talk,” Nat suggested and Rhoda shook her head from side to side. “I’ve heard her respond and talk. It’s just very very sparse.”
“There is more than just physical reasons why one won’t talk,” Nat pointed out as he shifted and pulled out a notepad. “I can look through missing persons for you.”
“I think it isn’t going to be that easy,” Rhoda leaned forward and folded her hands. “I know that I’m to help her. I don’t even know if coming to you is truly going to get her on the path that she needs to be getting on.”
“It’s hard to help someone when you don’t even know who they are,” Nat whispered as he knew that he did not need to tell the Sister this.
“I told her today that I had called you, “ Rhoda admitted as she could recall the vacant look that Mary had in response. She did not protest. She did not plead with the Sister to undo what had been done. Mary instead calmly nodded her head with just one motion downward and picked up a bucket to start cleaning the hallway. That was where Mary still was, scrubbing down every single surface at least three times.
The Lieutenant knew that things weren’t going to be as simple as looking into something on the surface. It never seemed to be that way when Sister Rhoda called in her favors that Nat owed her. He had no doubt that the brilliantly smart Sister had already gone through some missing persons reports to try to find who this Mary was. “You may not like the answers that I find about her.”
“Mary is a good woman,” Rhoda defended the lost soul easily. “Part of her is missing.”
“Maybe I should start with the psychiatric clinics,” Nat retorted and he lifted his hands up in regret as the Sister glared at him for his rude comment. “I had to speak what I was thinking, Sister.”
“Where she is cleaning there is bound to be several good fingerprints. Although she did not protest, I don’t want to flaunt you in front of Mary,” Rhoda explained as she stood up and looked at the Lieutenant. “A picture may be more difficult.”
“Let’s start with the fingerprints,” Nat groaned as his knees cracked as he stood up. He was getting older and he rolled shoulders back. “Maybe we’ll luck out with the fingerprints.”
“She isn’t dangerous,” Rhoda fired back and Nat lifted his hands after stashing his notepad. “I didn’t say that.”
“Fingerprints are for criminals.”
“And a whole host of military personnel, governmental staff, and these days some people are willingly having themselves put into the databases. You can’t think that if I find a fingerprint match that it is because of some illegal activity,” Nat reminded the Sister as he walked back inside. He followed Rhoda and the passed the woman who was on her hands and knees scrubbing the floor.
In ways he was sure that she did not notice him, but something told Nat that she was painfully aware of where he was and possibly even who he was.
Maybe Sister Rhoda should be more worried.
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