No Man of Her Own Page #3

She died.

Oh.

Is there anyone else

you want to ask about?

What happened to...?

To him?

What happened to him?

Your husband died too,

Mrs. Harkness.

Oh, no, that--

No, you're making a mistake.

There, there.

No, please.

Please, let me tell you--

Don't talk now. Later.

Oh, please, let me tell you.

Sh.

Please let me tell you.

She took it very well.

When she wakes up,

show her the things

the family sent her.

If I've left the hospital

when they call today,

tell them she's doing nicely.

And a little dress.

With pink and blue ribbon.

You can run the blue

through the lace

when you're stronger.

And a wee sweater.

Feel how soft.

And...

And a note.

Shall I read it to you?

"Patrice, dear,

you are all we have now,

you and the little fellow.

Our daughter and our grandson,

Hugh's legacy to us,

though we have never seen you.

Forgive me

for not coming to you,

but the shock of Hugh's passing

was too much for me.

My doctor..."

Though we've never seen you.

Though we've never seen you.

Though we've never seen you.

If...

If my son...

If he weren't

the Harkness grandson,

would I be allowed

to stay in this room?

We'd put you right

into one of the wards.

Why?

Are you trying to tell me

that he isn't their grandson?

No.

No, I'm not trying

to tell you that.

It's too late.

It's too late.

It's too late.

It isn't too late.

I can still back out.

It isn't too late.

I can still back out.

It isn't too late.

I can still back out.

It isn't too late.

I can still back out!

Who's there?

Caulfield, ma'am.

No, wait.

It can't be.

Sure enough is, ma'am.

But so quickly.

It's always come

between Hastings and Clarendon.

It ain't never been no different

since I've been

on this railroad.

I can't go through with it.

I can't. I can't.

There's--

Caulfield, ma'am.

No. No.

- Hurry, ma'am.

- You only have five minutes.

For you.

For you.

Well, here we are.

Man's sake, that train must

have been on time for once.

We're sure glad you're here.

Mrs. Harkness has been

stewing and fretting

something terrible. Oh.

Easy.

Sure gonna seem like old times

having a baby around here.

I'll take him.

Father, you and Josie

take in the baggage.

Come, dear.

Welcome home, Patrice.

You and the boy,

I want you

to be very happy here.

Thank you.

Now, come, I'll show you

to your room.

I'll bet you thought

I didn't remember

how to do this.

I guess people don't forget.

Thank you for letting me

have my dinner

in my room last night.

Oh, pooh.

I knew how you felt.

Now, young man,

you stay right there

while granny cleans up

all this mess.

I'll do it.

No.

Humor me for a few days,

will you, dear?

You go and get his bottle,

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