After a moment of intense hugging and crying, she turned to Margaret and grabbed her, sobbing out, “They were going to kill you. They were going to ...ill all of you. I was so scared.”Then after hugging Jill, Charlotte and Bill, she turned to Jeff. But he had realized what was going to happen and braced himself as she slammed into him, saying over and over, “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you,” as she practically climbed him to lock her arms around his neck and kiss him hard.Turning a bright red. My Aunt watched the conclusion of the piece and turned to me. "John,"she said quietly, "I knew the time would come when they would search foryou here. I have a plan, but I need your complete cooperation. Will youhelp your mother and me?" This was quite a lot of pressure to put on a thirteen-year-old. My mindwas in frenzy. I simply nodded. "Thank you, John. As you know, some bad people will stop here soonlooking for a young boy, but they won't find one. Do you know why?" I shook my head. "They. Scanning the display cases, one set caught my eye.Each earring was a little over an inch long and looked like one side of apair of feathered angel wings, or alternatively in my mind, they lookedlike Hermes' wings, the Greek Messenger God as I recalled from one of ourWorld History class lessons on ancient Greek mythology. They were madefrom silver and hung from a short chain that ended in a clasp for eachpiercing. Suddenly, I liked Mom's idea. After thanking Mom, we continuedon to our. " I began, but she only smiled and lifted my wallet, showing me my ID."You don't even remember handing this to me, do you?" she asked. "I've seen some drunks, but whatever happened to you must have been horrible..." I tried to turn away, but a gentle hand pulled my face back to her, her slender fingers digging through the fuzz on my face. Amazing how fast hair grows in a month. She slipped my wallet into my pocket, leaning forward until her lips caressed my temple. "Thank you," she whispered.