Searching for Gita, the Little Pearl: Part 5
About Searching for Gita, the Little Pearl
Because of technical difficulties a lot of time has passed between chapters 3-4 and some have not caught up. Here is a breakdown of Searching For Gita, the Little Pearl:
Time periods - Between 1939 and 1969
Settings - America (Pacific Northwest) and Poland.
Main characters - Anna Wronski and daughtet Gita Wronski
Secondary characters - Mrs. Hargrove, busybody small grocery owner 1969);
Rufin Wronski , father of Gita, estranged husband of Anna;
Borys and Ula Kowalski, Gita's godparents.
Sasha, childhood friend to Gita.
Synopsis: Anna Wronski was separated from her husband and daughter in Poland, 1939 under mysterious circumstances. By 1969 she is an old Babuska in small Pacific Northwest town. Delusioned, she searches for six year old Gita at the local elementary school every weekday. Gita is by then a thirty six year old woman of faith, raised by her abusive father and nurtured by Ula Kowalski, her godmother. As a child she had a secret friend names Sasha who was a refuge and earthly savior.
Below are links to chapters three and four if you'd like to catch up. Thank you for reading.
Gita's echoy voice cried, "Mama, where are you?"
Anna saw her far away in the meadow in her red dress and scarf. Anna began to run toward her precious daughter, but her legs felt heavy and she ran in slow motion, barely making any progress. "Gita, Gita, Mama is coming. Hold on daughter."
"Mama, where are you?"
Anna continued to sludge her way to the meadow. They called back and forth. Finally, Anna stood before little Gita who sat in the tall grass with a basket of flowers and her cloth doll, Amelia. Gita looked sad and lost. "Gita, my little pearl, Mama is here. Why do you look so sad?"
"I am sad because you left me. Why did you leave me, Mama?"
"Oh, darling girl, Mama is here. I have been looking for you for ever so long. No sadness, little pearl, no sadness." Anna reached for Gita, to hold her in her arms, but Gita faded away and disappeared.
A rude awakening
Anna's whole body began to shiver and her body ached all over. She could hear a loud whooshing sound in her ears. Then she felt something cool and wet on her forehead and she awakened in her hospital bed. In the dimness of the room, she saw a figure standing over her. She was blotting her head with the wet cloth. Then her eyes focused and she was horrified to recognize Mrs. Hargrove. Her heart raced and thumped violently in her chest.
"Go away," she yelled. "Please, go away. Where is Gita?"
"Oh, dear Anna, you're delirious with fever," said Mrs. Hargrove. "Gita is not here. I'm here to help you get well. Come now, quiet down and let me give you some water." Mrs. Hargrove put a glass of water up to Anna's lips. Anna took a sip and the refreshment was startling. "Thank you, Mrs. Hargrove. Now please, get the nurse."
"Nurse? Oh honey, the nurses are very busy with other patients. Calm yourself, and tell me why you were sleeping in your bed at home with your coat and boots on? That's not a normal thing to do. Something is very wrong with you to do that. Tell me, dear."
"Nurse! Gita!" Anna cried. "Help me." She found the call bell and pressed it before Mrs. Hargrove could snatch it out of her hand.
"Mrs. Wronski, what are you thinking? I am here..."
A slender young nurse entered the room. "What can I do for you, Mrs. Wronski?" She saw Mrs. Hargrove standing by the bed. "Who are you? Visiting hours aren't until 11:00. You must leave and come back then."
"Well, you see, I am family, Miss..." she looked at the nurse's badge, "Paisley. I'm Anna's sister. I came a long way on the train from Medford, Oregon. Arrived at three a.m. I have to return this evening. My time is limited, you see. Surely you'll make an exception for family."
There was something suspect about Mrs. Hargrove's demeanor to Nurse Paisley. She and Anna met eyes and Anna shook her head no. "Mrs. Wronski, is this your sister?"
Anna glanced at Mrs. Hargrove who glared at her with a dare. Suddenly she was overcome with fatigue, anxiety, thirst, and chills. She shook her head no to the nurse, then asked for water.
"I'll get it," said Mrs. Hargrove.
"No, ma'am, you must leave." She reached for the water but Mrs. Hargrove was quicker. In her earnestness, she spilled the water all over Anna who cried out in shock. "That's it," Miss Paisley said, "you must leave at once or I will call security. She grabbed a towel and blotted the spill on Anna's torso. Then she grabbed the receiver and called security. "We have an intruder in 4D."
Mrs. Hargrove kicked up quite a fuss with security. She threatened them with her police officer son. They called Officer Hargrove and he was there fifteen minutes later with fire in his eyes. He entered the security office to see his mother sitting in a chair spouting off to the security officers.
"Now listen here, Mrs. Hargrove. You say one more word and we'll..."Officer Jones said.
"Ma, what do you think you're doing?" scolded Raymond. He didn't wait for an answer. He spoke with the security officers and apologized for his mother's rude, disruptive behavior. "She won't be back again."
"You bet she won't," said Officer Crumby. He turned to Mrs. Hargrove. "Mrs. Hargrove, you are darn lucky I don't have you arrested for setting off the fire alarm on false pretenses. You are hereby banned from this hospital as a visitor. If we see you here again we won't give you a second chance."
She opened her mouth to protest when Raymond grabbed her arm and pulled her to her feet. "Ma, you want to go to jail? Fine with me. You have a choice - zip it or go to jail. I won't be bailing you out." Then he escorted her out while she scolded him for being an insolent son. "Takes one to know one, Ma. Now hush or I'll take you in. I'm not kidding." His tone shut her down and the ride home was quiet. When they arrived at the store, Raymond took his mother in, turned the sign on the door to open, told her to get to work, and warned her she would go to jail if she tried anymore stunts. He slammed the door on his way out, startling her nearly off her chair. She huffed, took her teeth out and laid them on the counter, crossed her arms, and fumed. The puzzle of Anna and Gita consumed her still and she made two mistakes at the till. She used it as an excuse to close early and plot her next move.
Nurse Paisley changed Anna's gown and bedding. She gave her bereft, weepy, patient more aspirin for her fever and called Dr. Reynolds, who had admitted her and was overseeing her case. He came by half an hour later. He listened to Anna's heart for a long time and frowned. He pulled the stethoscope out of his ears and took the nurse aside. "Her heart doesn't sound good. I want to run some tests when her fever is down. In the meantime, keep IV fluids going and call me if there are any changes." He patted Anna on her shoulder and looked closely into her face. "Mrs. Wronski, I'm a little concerned about your heart, but you have a high fever so we'll try to get that down then run some tests. And I don't want you to worry about Mrs. Hargrove, she's been banned from the hospital. We're going to take good care of you, I promise. Now get some rest."
Letters from School
Later that day, during visiting hours, Mr. Neville dropped in on Anna with a large bouquet of flowers from the teachers.
"Hello Anna, I come bearing gifts." He set the vase of flowers on her bedside stand. It did indeed brighten up the room, but it was Anna's smile that shone the brightest. "The staff at school wanted to cheer you up."
"Thank you," she said, caressing a rose pedal. "Did you see my Gita at school? Is she coming?"
"I'm afraid not, but I have something else for you," he said, sitting at the foot of her bed. He pulled out a stack of papers from his brief case and handed them to Anna. She took them and looked askance at Mr. Nevile. "These are get well letters and pictures by the students."
Anna gasped, bit her trembling lip. "Oh," was all she could say. She opened one and read,
Dear Mrs. Wronski,
I hope you are getting better. We miss your kind face in the windowsy, your waves, and the kisses you blow to us. I send a kiss to you. Love, Nancy
Underneath Nancy's signature was a big lipstick kiss. Anna's tears began to gush. She read another.
Dear Mrs. Wronski,
My name is Timothy. I am in fourth grade. I am sorry you are sick. I hope you feel better soon. I miss you looking in the window. Here is a drawing of you looking at me through the window. Love Timothy.
Anna examined the drawing closely and showed it to Mr. Neville. Together they chuckled at the details, such as her cupping her hands against the window. "Timothy is a budding artist. You should see some of his work."
They enjoyed another letter and drawing but Mr. Neville didn't want to wear Anna out so he said his goodbye and promised to return tomorrow. Anna returned to reading her letters. One from Annie, Susan, Richard, and Harold. She showed the drawings to Nurse Paisly when she came in.
"I think we ought to tape up all the drawings on the wall here so you can see them altogether and all at once." She left and came back with tape and began to post the drawings.
Meanwhile Anna picked up another letter. Her heart nearly stopped.
I am sorry you are sick. I hope you get well soon. I miss seeing you around school. I know you look for your daughter Gita at the school but your little pearl is no longer a little girl, but I hope you find the grown up Gita one day soon, if she's real. I would love to be your little girl because you are so kind.
Love, Margaret Andrews
Margret had drawn a picture of Anna and her holding hands. Margaret had red hair.
Anna dropped the letter and let out a a deep gutteral wail. She rocked back and forth, hands covering her face. Nurse Paisley.picked up the letter and drawing. It was an odd letter. Anna could not be consoled. She cried for her daughter so loud it could be heard way down the hall. Nurse Paisley went to the nurses station and called Mr Neville and read the letter to him.
"I don't know what's going on Nurse Paisley, but I intend to find out. Thank you for calling. I'll get to the bottom of this. Tell Anna I'll be there tomorrow."
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