ESCAPE
Chapter Nineteen

Under the name Violet Freeman, Rose stayed at a hotel near the outskirts of the city. There, Charles, claiming to everyone that he was more determined than ever to find Mrs. Hockley and would be very busy scouting for her until she was found, nursed her back to health.

Medicines and herbs alike were brought from both near and far. Much to her annoyance, she was confined to bed.

"Charles, please. It’s just a bad cold."

"Rose, the better you’re taken care of, the sooner you’ll get to California. And the sooner you get to California, the safer you and your family will be.”

*****

Under Charles’ careful care, Rose was over her sickness within a week.

Now came the difficult part.

*****

"Hello, sir? Yes. Hi. I would like to get two adult tickets and two child tickets for my family," Charles, disguised as a working-class man with slightly ragged clothes, told the man at the ticket counter.

The man looked the family up and down. The wife was beautiful, yet pale and a little sickly. She had a scarf around her hair, but he could see a few blonde strands coming out. Glancing at the children, he found them to both be boys, bundled up in hats and coats. They looked enough like an average family, but something told him to take a closer look. Mr. Hockley had given him strict orders to carefully survey everyone buying tickets and the people they had with them.

"Those kids seem to be bundled up a heck of a lot for warm weather like this."

"Like my wife here, they’re recovering from a recent sickness and it’s doctor’s orders that they should be kept exceptionally warm for the next week."

Looking at the mournful expressions and feeble look about them, the ticket master nodded. "Okay. Here you go. Two adults, two kids. Have a nice trip. Next!"

*****

It wasn’t until a half-day long train ride that it pulled to its last stop.

"I guess our ways part here," Rose said to Charles.

"Yes. I guess so. I wouldn’t love anything more than to go all the way to California with you and see to it that all three of you arrive safely, but it would raise too much suspicion, especially now that so many clues have been popping up as to your whereabouts and I’m hot on your trail." They both had a private laugh on the stories Charles had dished out to insure that Rose’s real whereabouts were undetected.

One last hug from Rose, two hugs and kisses from Jayvelin and Jacob, and one last good-bye and promise to see each other again when there wasn’t so much at risk later, Charles found himself alone and searching through the timetable to see the next trip back to Philadelphia.

*****

How long did it take to get to California? How many times did they have to switch trains? How many stops were there? Rose and her small family couldn’t tell. They were absolutely, positively worn out.

But they made it.

On the magical hour that the clocks struck midnight, they arrived at their final destination. Rose, family and supplies all in her overburdened arms, gazed out in wonder from the open train station. The whistles of the departing train woke Jayvelin and Jacob, and together they sat on a bench and looked up at the dark sky. Never had Rose seen it so black. Never had she seen such bright stars. And they were all bestowing their glorious beauty because of her. She had made it.

She drew her children closer and whispered in their precious little ears, "We’re here. We’ve made it."

Chapter Twenty
Stories