I returned the old photo album back to Mom's cabinet while still wondering who the couple was. Mom had never mentioned them to me before and that is what I’m most curious about. She had told me once she'd worked in a wealthy family as a maid, but she never gave me any information about them.
Why would she keep such details to me? Is her experience with them that bad that she won’t even share it with me?
The woman in the photograph looked familiar, though, but I forgot where I’d seen her face before. And the man looked familiar too, and I’m certain I’d seen him before.
With a shrug, I let the subject drop from my thoughts. Thinking it would be better if I asked Mom about the couple. I’m sure she will tell me everything I want to know if she’s not trying to hide something. But if ever she doesn't want to tell me, I’m not going to force her to.