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Father Joe arranged all the new identity birth certificates through Sisters's of Mercy Hospital. Mommy went there, and was actually admitted, while they made papers for us." "Aldo. Blond hair. Of course. Aldo know this?" "No, not really. He doesn't know about our real parents. He knows we're odd, though. He's sure we're adopted. He suspects about you." "Me?" "Mommy got very sick in the sweat shops. She nearly died there. They didn't let her go when she was hurting. She wound up with peritonitis. Back then nobody survived that, nobody. Daddy saved her. He gave himself to God. So did Father Joe. They're a team. Two for one. Daddy promised his own life, he would dedicate his own life to help others if God would spare her. He sealed his promise to Joe who sealed his own promise to him. Honey, they had nothing. The best they could give was what they gave, themselves. Daddy got her out. He never left her side. Even when she finally recovered, there were the adhesions which weakened her for a long time. Her music was heavenly, but there was no way she could survive the jazz circuit on her own, not in those days. He physically carried her. They would introduce the band and he would carry her to her piano. Everybody thought it was polio. There was a lot of that too back then. She got stronger and began to hold her own. But daddy knew her pain continued. She was told she couldn't have children. So daddy spoke to God again, with Joe as his witness. Daddy promised one of his sons, to come, to a life of healing, just as God gave "Well, mommy was sterile, honey. You too." "Oh, Jesus, I'm probably the Lindbergh baby."