Chapter Twenty-Eight
Baggage carts were lined up, stacked high with suitcases next to the brick building, and a line of people extended out from the ticket office. A clerk, in uniform, drug bags labeled “mail” and piled them on an empty cart.
An old Ford rolled up. Officer Mike stepped out, went around and opened the door. Katherine, dressed in her school uniform, exited first with John in her arms. He had put on weight and wore new clothes. The foster family fed him well, and they wanted to keep him - Elizabeth found that hard to believe. Then came Elizabeth, James, and Patrick. They were all dressed in their school uniforms, and they would be happy to relinquish them once they arrived in Minnesota.
The train platform and station had always held good memories for the children. They lov
