At those dramatic words, all heads swiveled towards Tom, who waved a slip of paper over his head…
“One of us is called Poppy”
“Who?” chorused the group…
“Tell them Jill” he said, staring at her accusingly….“you know who it is…right?”
“What makes you think I know anything?”
“You seem to already know a lot” stated Max…“you knew it wasn’t Oliver…you knew about the Stone Poppy…what else do you know?”
“Yes what else?” urged Martin..”you’d better tell us and quickly before that man returns”
“I tell you I don’t know anything” protested Jill…“I know as much as you do…that’s all”
“Then why is your middle name Poppy” demanded Tom triumphantly…
“Who says my name is Poppy?”…..“you have no proof of anything…why are you hounding me?”
“Your passport…I have it right here” shouted Tom..
“Give me that…you have no right to go through my things”.. Jill reddened with anger and tried to snatch the paper from Tom, but Nick seized it and looking at the inscription, said..
“Yes, it says here that your middle name is Poppy”..
“And your last name is Oliver” continued the astounded Nick
“Poppy Oliver?”…“then she must be related to Professor Oliver” screeched Maddy..
“He is my father” muttered Jill..
“Then can you tell us what all this is about and why you are putting us all in danger?”
“No one’s in danger” sighed Jill…"I’ll tell you what you want to know…it all started 200 years ago"….
Authors note…Before the dramatic discovery, the group had uncovered a new Poppy, painted on crumpled fabric…dark red flowers, in silhouette against a light shining through the woven material
Gouache, Sharpie, Inks and Dyes on Indian Paper