Orphan in Limbo

To Boston and Back

The next morning

22nd of March, 1962

The morning hours flew as quickly as a summer breeze for Jude and Timothy. They were more than determined to return in Boston and pay a visit to the nuthouse, in order to rescue their love child as soon as possible before it was too late, in fact, the staff of the mental hospital are capable of everything to mute their echoes and pleas and most of all their mourn over their daughter. Briarcliff's orderlies, security guards, nuns even Father McKenzie were capable of doping the young woman with dozens of medicaments which engenders her criminal insanity and losing rational control over her actions and words. Even more by performing electroshock therapy on her to erase her memories, regardless if they are wondersome or otherwise melancholic. 

Nonetheless the weather in Vermont wasn't as pleasant as the day before. It was rather rainy with sea of clouds, clouding the scintillating sun in the sky and darkening the atmosphere in general. 

As soon as the wee hours of the morning dawned on the horizon, Timothy woke up mildly earlier than his wife, factly, to make a breakfast for themselves and thereafter prepare themselves for their journey to Boston especially Briarcliff. 

Miraculously, a couple of minutes later Jude woke up and descended the stairs as she aimed up to the kitchen for her morning coffee and breakfast with Timothy as they ate, drank and talked. Afterwards they washed their plates and cups by changing themselves from their pyjamas into more formal garments until they concluded as the former nun dressed up herself in a cotton white shirt with long sleeves as she left a few buttons undone, followed by pair of leather black trousers, outlining her marvelously shaped legs for her midlife age; black floral scarf, scarfing her neck as she combined it with chestnut brown leather boots and black leather jacket. 

While the former man of the cloth had on himself gray long sleeves top with round neckline, navy blue slacks and black sneakers. 

Once they were ready for their destination to the small city of Massachusetts, the slightly older woman gathered a flashlight, a cigarette pack with a lighter, pocket knife and a couple of important items in her rucksack which might be beneficial if they encounter a bid, blocking their way. 

As soon as they locked the mansion, they headed towards Timothy's pale blue cab by hopping up and taking their seats, buckling themselves as he turned on the music's radio to listen some enetertaining, merry music on their way to Massachusetts.

In the meantime, the song What's in the Worlds come over you played inside the vehicle, jingling jubilant tunes in the married couple's ears:

"What in the world's come over you? Seems we never get along. Ooh, ah, ah, ah! Every night, I reminisce dreaming of your tender kisses. What in the world's come over you?"

While the former holy man was focused on the driving process as one of his hands was turning the car steering wheel, his other mammoth, smooth hand was resting on her knee as the blonde was thrumming, imitating the song's instrumental for herself, chanting inwardly for herself which melted Timothy's heart.

"It's expecting us a couple of hours of driving until we are in Boston at last." The former sister of the church commented frustrated by heaving a sigh as she placed on top of his hand her petite, milky one, pouting her plumpish, rosy-coloured lips. 

"Unfortunately, yeah!" He lightly patted her round, well-defined knee with the palm of his hand as she couldn't contain a mischievous chuckle, escaping her throat as a vile grin crawled on her porcelain, palish complexion. "At least, she isn't in Florida and it won't take forever until we find her eventually."