“Gino and you?”
Amelia pushed back her hair with a quick sweep of the hand. “No, no. You and your brother. You should say....”
In the middle of that afternoon in April, 1928, AE was called to the telephone.
“I’m too busy to answer just now,” she said. “Tell whoever it is to call back later.”
“But he says it’s important.”
Unwillingly Amelia went to the telephone and picked up the receiver.
“Hello,” the voice said at the other end. “My name is Railey, Captain Hilton Railey.”
“Yes, Captain Railey?” She could not place the name.
“I wonder if I could speak to you on a very important matter?” His voice was low and strong.
“What could that be?” Amelia answered matter-of-factly.