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out for him the way that he envisioned it.
"Well Mr. Jonathan Montgomery Smith, what exactly does that have to do with me?"
He paused for a moment, knowing that whatever words he spoke next needed to be correct, because it would make or break his possibilities.
She was standing there, waiting for him to respond.
"From what I understand, you are the soon to be mother-in-law of Amelia Smith."
The comment seemed to peak the woman's interest.
"Yes I am. What does that matter to you?"
"I would love to get a chance to sit down and talk with you and your son. I have some information for you that I think would be of interest to you."
"What did you say your name was again, son?" she asked as she stepped a bit closer. She looked him directly in the eye.
"Jonathan Montgomery Smith, Madam."
"Why don't you meet me and my son for lunch in an hour? At the Jackson Tea Room on Fifth Avenue."
Jonathan tipped his hat. "Yes, Ma'am."
The woman continued her stroll as if she and Jonathan were just two strangers on the street.
Jonathan had gotten what he wanted – an opportunity to meet with Alfred Sharp and his mother.
*
Jonathan walked into the tea room and spotted Mrs. Sharp and Alfred sitting at a table in the back of the room. He walked over to where they were seated and introduced himself.
"Hello, Mrs. Sharp."
Mrs. Sharp nodded her greeting.
He extended his hand to Alfred. "Jonathan Montgomery Smith."
"Mr. Smith." Alfred returned the handshake, and then motioned for Jonathan to have a seat.
"What can we do for you, Mr. Smith?" Alfred folded his hands and a serious expression came over his face that let Jonathan know that he wanted to get down to business.
"I don't know any other way to discuss this, so we will get straight to the point. Ms. Smith and I are related."
Mrs. Sharp and Alfred both sat there, stoic expressions on their faces. Jonathan took their silence as his opportunity to continue speaking.
"I have recently discovered that Ms. Smith and I are siblings. Apparently my father…"
"Mr. Smith, why is this any of our issue?" Mrs. Sharp interrupted him, her voice steady and abrasive.
"Well now, I think we can help one another."
Alfred sat back in his chair, a devilish grin coming across his face. "Why would we do that?"
Jonathan could see that the Sharps were going to give him a run for his money.
"Secrets," Jonathan began speaking. "Secrets can be helpful. You know, sometimes there is a need for secrets. Sometimes we just need to keep other people from knowing something that will truly hurt them. Most times though, secrets are selfish. They fulfill our own needs and they don't really help the person we are keeping them from."
"So you are saying that you are the brother of my fiancée?"
Jonathan smiled. "Yes. I just recently found out that my mother and her father were once an item. Apparently, things did not work out between them and they both moved on, but out of their love affair, a child was born."
"And let me guess, your father was not aware of his love child?" Mrs. Sharp's inquiry seemed biting and harsh versus an attempt to make sure she understood what he was saying.
"Something like that," Jonathan replied.
"Ah, and you are here to claim your inheritance, I bet?" Alfred added.
"Well, I would like to get to know my sister. After all, we were not afforded the opportunity to get to know one another as children. We lived completely different lives."
"I am certain you did," Mrs. Sharp replied. She sipped her tea and nibbled on a tea cake. She and Alfred never even looked each other's way, but they both seemed to be on the same page.
"Smith is a pretty common last name. How is it that you assume that Amelia's father is your father as well?"
Jonathan sat back, stroking his chin. "Very good question. I thought of that myself. But once I met Amelia, I could see the resemblance. The brown eyes, the slight dimple in the chin, the unruly brown hair. You must admit that we do resemble each
"Well Mr. Jonathan Montgomery Smith, what exactly does that have to do with me?"
He paused for a moment, knowing that whatever words he spoke next needed to be correct, because it would make or break his possibilities.
She was standing there, waiting for him to respond.
"From what I understand, you are the soon to be mother-in-law of Amelia Smith."
The comment seemed to peak the woman's interest.
"Yes I am. What does that matter to you?"
"I would love to get a chance to sit down and talk with you and your son. I have some information for you that I think would be of interest to you."
"What did you say your name was again, son?" she asked as she stepped a bit closer. She looked him directly in the eye.
"Jonathan Montgomery Smith, Madam."
"Why don't you meet me and my son for lunch in an hour? At the Jackson Tea Room on Fifth Avenue."
Jonathan tipped his hat. "Yes, Ma'am."
The woman continued her stroll as if she and Jonathan were just two strangers on the street.
Jonathan had gotten what he wanted – an opportunity to meet with Alfred Sharp and his mother.
*
Jonathan walked into the tea room and spotted Mrs. Sharp and Alfred sitting at a table in the back of the room. He walked over to where they were seated and introduced himself.
"Hello, Mrs. Sharp."
Mrs. Sharp nodded her greeting.
He extended his hand to Alfred. "Jonathan Montgomery Smith."
"Mr. Smith." Alfred returned the handshake, and then motioned for Jonathan to have a seat.
"What can we do for you, Mr. Smith?" Alfred folded his hands and a serious expression came over his face that let Jonathan know that he wanted to get down to business.
"I don't know any other way to discuss this, so we will get straight to the point. Ms. Smith and I are related."
Mrs. Sharp and Alfred both sat there, stoic expressions on their faces. Jonathan took their silence as his opportunity to continue speaking.
"I have recently discovered that Ms. Smith and I are siblings. Apparently my father…"
"Mr. Smith, why is this any of our issue?" Mrs. Sharp interrupted him, her voice steady and abrasive.
"Well now, I think we can help one another."
Alfred sat back in his chair, a devilish grin coming across his face. "Why would we do that?"
Jonathan could see that the Sharps were going to give him a run for his money.
"Secrets," Jonathan began speaking. "Secrets can be helpful. You know, sometimes there is a need for secrets. Sometimes we just need to keep other people from knowing something that will truly hurt them. Most times though, secrets are selfish. They fulfill our own needs and they don't really help the person we are keeping them from."
"So you are saying that you are the brother of my fiancée?"
Jonathan smiled. "Yes. I just recently found out that my mother and her father were once an item. Apparently, things did not work out between them and they both moved on, but out of their love affair, a child was born."
"And let me guess, your father was not aware of his love child?" Mrs. Sharp's inquiry seemed biting and harsh versus an attempt to make sure she understood what he was saying.
"Something like that," Jonathan replied.
"Ah, and you are here to claim your inheritance, I bet?" Alfred added.
"Well, I would like to get to know my sister. After all, we were not afforded the opportunity to get to know one another as children. We lived completely different lives."
"I am certain you did," Mrs. Sharp replied. She sipped her tea and nibbled on a tea cake. She and Alfred never even looked each other's way, but they both seemed to be on the same page.
"Smith is a pretty common last name. How is it that you assume that Amelia's father is your father as well?"
Jonathan sat back, stroking his chin. "Very good question. I thought of that myself. But once I met Amelia, I could see the resemblance. The brown eyes, the slight dimple in the chin, the unruly brown hair. You must admit that we do resemble each
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