“That is why Gloriana… I mean, Mother… has always appreciated your talent,” I told her as I grasped her outstretched hands “The headpiece was the best part of it.”
“It was, was it not, huh” she slyly sang the words, and a conspirator’s smile appeared on her face.
“What do you really know about the headpiece?” I asked her. “You said you just found it in a box while going through your things.”
“I did find it in a box,” she insisted, but her eyes lingered on my father, and they were suddenly apprehensive.
“You know I know!” I yanked at her hands in my excitement “And you wanted me to know that you knew… that you know!”
“Know what?” she feigned innocence.
“About my mother. My real mother. You gave her that headpiece and you saved it for me, for some reason. He remembers now,” I told her,
