When I reread the second birth certificate,I found out that Molly and I had the same father as what Scott had. That made me rather uneasy. The two of us,my sister and me,were born out of wedlock,something I had been told was a major sin,in the eyes of the man who made it possible for our mother and father to have us in the first place,God.

After I recovered from this newsflash,I asked the governess a couple of questions. One,no both of them were replied to with negative answers on her part. The first,if she had ever remarried,after I had been adopted,was one which surprised her. The second did as well. That was because I asked her if she had told my sister,the very things which I knew. Thus far,according to her,I was only the fourth person to know of my parentage.