So Much Trouble When She Walked In by Judy Angelo Read Free Book Online

step closer and looked down at her, his eyes holding hers captive.
    “That
‘right person’,” he said, his voice cool and matter-of-fact, “would be me.”

CHAPTER
FIVE
     
    Silken
stifled a sigh as she watched Suave peering at the laptop screen.  Her sister
had been at it for almost an hour already and she was still there, scrolling
through name after name and still coming up with nothing.  After five more
minutes Silken had had enough.  “Give up, will you?  You’re never going to find
her.”
    “Oh,
stop grumbling over there.”  Suave waved her off.  “I’m the one killing my eyes
with this everlasting search and you don’t hear me complaining.”
    “Well,
at least let me get you a cup of tea.”  Silken slid off the sofa and padded
across the living room.
    “Thank
you,” Suave called after her.
    “You’re
welcome.”
    In
the kitchen Silken plugged in the electric kettle and pulled two cups from the
cupboard.  What they needed was some hot ginger tea to wake them up.  It would
be another long night of searching.
    In
another few minutes she would throw Suave off the computer and then she’d be
the one scrolling through reams of records and information, trying to find
their mystery woman.  It was like searching for one special grain of sand on a
mile-long beach.  Winning the Lotto jackpot would be easier.  Sometimes she
didn’t even know why they kept on trying.  But they did, night after night.
    She
was on her way back to the living room, tray in hand, when she heard Suave’s
squeal.
     “Silken,
come quick.  I found something.”
    Silken’s
heart leaped and she tried to hurry, but it was hard with two steaming cups of
tea balanced on a tray.  When she got to the room she saw that Suave had hopped
up from her chair and was standing there, her eyes glued to the computer
screen, flashing her hands in her excitement.  “This is it, Silken.  This is
it.”  Her voice was a high-pitched squeak.
    “What
is it?  Tell me.”  Silken dumped the tray on top of the piano and rushed over
to peer at the computer screen. “What are you so excited about?  I don’t see
anything.”
    “There. 
Look at it.”  Suave pointed at row after row of names, the font so tiny you had
to squint to read them.
    “What?”
 Silken's voice rose with frustration.  She plopped down on the chair and stuck
her face close to the screen.  “You’d better start talking before I shake it
out of you.  What the hell are you seeing that I’m not seeing?”
    “Don’t
you see?”  Suave was hopping from one foot to the other now, like she was
hardly able to contain her excitement.  "It’s right there.  Our names.”
    And
that was when Silken saw it.  In tiny print, right in front of her nose,
“Silken McCullen.  Suave McCullen.  Monday, September twenty-three, seven p.m. 
Live births.  University of Wisconsin Hospital.”  Her eyes snapped from the
screen to Suave’s flushed face then back to the screen.  “Oh, my God,” she
breathed, “that’s us.  That’s really us.  How the heck did you find this?”   
    “I
don’t know.  I mean, I’ve searched this database so many times I’d given up
hope.  I…I…” She was stuttering now, still flashing her hands, and Silken had
to reach up and grab the tail of her shirt to still her agitated movements.
    “Calm
down, Suave.  We have to think this through.”  She turned her attention back to
the screen.  “Okay, so we finally figured out exactly where we were born.  Now
how do we go from here to finding the woman who gave us birth?”
    ***

Max
took another sip of his lemonade and leaned back in the lounge chair.  It was a
good thing he was wearing sunglasses because the light reflecting off the
shining water in the pool was near blinding.  Relaxing into the shade, he
shifted the cell phone to his other ear.  “When is he going to be here?”
    “Two
weeks from today,” his brother said, “and it’s about time.  I’ve been