The Ole Switcheroo Chapter 8

Rosminda walked over to the doctor and the maid, and handed over her mistresses third baby boy.

The maid took the baby boy and carefully put him in the doctors bag and opened some holes on the side for airholes.

The doctor handed the the little baby girls corpse to Rosminda.

"Faustine, cloth this baby girl, she shall be called Josephine Ann Stuart, and the one on the table will be Georgia Clare Stuart. You will cloth the other one after your done with Josephine."

Miriam decided to play dumb for now.

Aftwrall. she had alot of information from just observing them.

If she ever needed to track down her brother, she had a strong starting point.

Miriam leaned foward and stroked her mothers fastly cooling and wan face.

Her mother was very beautiful but she could tell she had lived her life with her heart hurt.

Someone must have put a thorn in her mothers heart for it to be so.

Miriam lightly shook her head at the thought of it.

The doctor and obviously fake maid, bid their farewell and quickly left with their secret passenger.

Rosminda looked back at Miriam before setting one of the dead babies on the nightstand next to the midwife before slowly making her way over to the bed and sitting down on the side of it.

The midwife did as she was told and picked up both babies and put them in little swaddles.

Rosminda lookes at the midwife and said, " You may go take the corpses out of the room, give us ladies some mourning time for Genevieve beforing sending a strong servant to carry her body out of the living quarters."

Listening to the senior maids orders, the midwife quickly took the two dead babies and hastely made her exit from the room.

Rosminda picked up Genevieves right hand and patted it gentley.

"Oh my poor sweet Genny, why did you have to set your sights on a man like Stephen Stuart? He cheated and manipulated you through and through. I'm sure your step sister Agatha and your step brother will be heartbroken when they hear you passed away just to give that man sons." Rosminda said so softly so as to those outside the room could not hear.

The visitor to the plantation, stepped forward from the corner of the room and made her way to the opposite side of the bed side and sat on a stool placed next to the bed.

Tears streamed down her 30 year old face, she quietly picked up Genevieves hand and squeezed it hard.

As if willing her to become warm once more, and the hand to squeeze her back.

Her ash blond hair sticking to her face from her wet tears.

Miriam looked at this woman quizzically as she didn't know this woman's name just that she was a neighbor and friend of her mother.

"Oh Genevieve, why did you have to marry that man!? He was cocky and shrewd. He cheated on you left and right and you knew it! Why did you have to fall for him?!"

"Calm down Hilda, there are other people in this residence still. I know youve both been friends since childhood, but decorum is still needed even in times such as these." Rosminda reminded their visitor loud enough so that anyway who might be eavesdropping on them outside the room could hear clearly.

Taking a deep breath, Hilda seemed to calm down abit after that. But this just made the moment all the more sorrowful.

After a burst of anger, comes the sorrow that follows in its wake.

"Your child probably won't even remember you for the most part now, this breaks my heart Genevieve, why did you go through with that marriage...We've been friends for so long, I still remember when you asked where the city of 'The Alps' was located. Or when you fell into a muddy stream because you thought that it was 'Merely a long puddle'. You really were a silly child."

Miriam knew her mother had grown up in Europe, and that her mother was French while her father was German.

But this was about all she knew about her mother.

How did this seemingly American woman claim to be a longtime friend of her mothers?

It seemed like the longer she lived, the more questions Miriam had in her life.

Miriam shook her head internally.

Rosminda looked over at Hilda sighed.

They had finally managed to be near each other again for a few years and then this happened.

Hilda turned to Miriam and released Genevieves hand and patted Miriam on the head.

"You'll never know your mothers sugar sweet smile, or her bell like laughter... You won't even remember her face, of poor children." Hilda bemoaned as she quickly scooped Miriam up from the bed and into her embrace.

'Oof! These are some F cups if I've ever seen um!' Miriam thought to herself as she was smooshed into Hildas embrace.

"Dont worry good little babe, Aunty Hilda will come and visit you as often as time allows.

And one day I'll surely take you to the beautiful German countryside someday. Your Uncle lives there. Although its been abit hectic there lately for the noble families lately..." Hilda started to mumble about various things.

Miriam saw that tears were still continuing to spurt out of Hildas eyes occasionally. Her face was really turning tomato red.

Feeling some sympathy, Miriam lifted her little hand and patted Hilda on the back, since shw could reach her shoulder yet with her short arms.

Hilda looked down at Miriam after she did this, and sniffled abit before whispering, "Did you muder tell you to do that little one?"

Miriam blinked twice, and because she felt bad she decided go nod.

Console, let's console this woman abit more.

'She looks like my junior anyway, so gotta make sure the youngens are taken care of.' Miriam thought to herself.

Hildas eyes widened at this response, and she began to spout out all the things she had wanted to tell Genevieve before she died.

"Do you remember your 11th birthday? It was me who had tried on your new pair of shoes and accidentally ruined them. I'm sorry you punished your maid for it. I was just making sure you wouldn't hurt you feet by stretching them out for you a little. I didn't think I'd slip on Hans Vanderheims marbles that he forgot to put up before going to eat lunch, and fallen in the mud. I'm really sorry. Please forgive me..."

Miriam decided to pat the womans back again.

'Am I becoming a preist one confesses their sins too now?'

Rosminda watched this sweet interaction go on for a while before looking out the window and seeing that the son had begun to set.

Seeing that it was alreasy this late, she knew that Hilda had to get back home to her husband and children.

"Its time to go back, its late. You can come and visit another time."

Rosminda said as she let go of Genevieves hand and walked to the other side of the bed.

Reaching out her arms, Rosminda waited for Hilda to give back her youngest miss.

Somewhat reluctantly, Hilda handed Miriam back over to Rosminda carefully, before pulling out her hankerchief and wiping off her face as best she could before stowing it away again.

"I'll get going, send note of the funeral preparations to my house."

Hilda said as she slowly made her way to the door, before opening it and exiting the room.

The door closing with a soft click.