Chapter Three- ( please review!).

Wally's Living Room

"Whoa!" Wally gulped-as he looked at his grandson Kyle Haskell's laptop screen.

"Yeah, I wasn't expecting that!" Kyle gulped.

"It can't be true! It can't be true!" Wally shuddered.

"I'm going to need Brain Lysol!" Beaver replied in a gasp.

"Uncle Beaver, don't you mean Brain Bleach?" 36-year-old Freddie Haskell asked his uncle-in-law.

"Whatever. ." Beaver shuddered.

Cleaver Residence.

"Grandma, before we go on a walk , don't you think we should take your sweater?" 33-year Kelly Cleaver Haskell asked as they stepped inside while Kelly opened the door for June.

"I used to say the same thing to you grandkids and my boys! What would Aunt Martha think of things being a bit reversed?" 90-year-old June half-laughed as Kelly brought out June's pink alpaca sweater-jacket from the hall closet.

"After all this time, you're still worrying about Aunt Martha's opinion? What did she do to you?" Kelly sighed.

"She took care of me after my folks died when I was eight. I guess I feel I owe her," June replied as Kelly helped June put on the sweater over her shoulders.

"Kind of like with my younger two being watched by their Grandma Gert while we're here with you," Kelly pondered.

"It's more than that, Kelly!" June sniffed.

"I don't remember you talking about your childhood much. Do you remember your parents?" Kelly asked as she locked the Cleaver Front Door behind them and the two started walking down the brick walkway to the sidewalk with June leaning a bit on her walker.

"Of course, I do. I was eight when they died," June replied in shock.

" Of course you would- especially considering you weren't part of a real family being sent those boarding schools after their deaths,"Kelly sighed.

"Now, hold on, young lady. I was part of a real family. I had Aunt Martha and I had my Wallace grandparents who saw to it that I came home to be reunited with my sister Peggy over Christmas," June replied in shock.

"You mean Aunt Marjorie wasn't in the same boarding schools as you?" Kelly gasped as she stopped her tracks when they reached the street.

"She was at first when Mommy and Daddy sent me to join her when I was six," June recalled.

"Wait. Grandma, you were six when they sent you away?!" Kelly gasped (again) while June started to walk ahead.

"Peggy had already been there two years and they thought it would be good for me,too- for both of us!" June protested.

"I suppose they visited you two quite often in the time they had," Kelly sighed.

"Well, only once- when the headmistress Miss Aimsley told Mommy that I'd made up a very tall tale about Mommy's life- and Mommy came there to insist I tell the entire school in her presence that I'd made up the stories," June groaned.

"And you never questioned. .?" Kelly gasped.

"Children were supposed to be seen and not heard- and never question adults back then. Besides, they did have us back home for summers and Christmases before their deaths so it wasn't as though they'd totally abandoned us," June protested.

"And you think that's okay," Kelly sighed.

"Mommy had many society obligations and Daddy had many business interests so they couldn't spend too much time having to worry about our troubles," June sputtered.

"Grandma, Dad and, especially, Uncle Beaver gave you and Grandpa plenty of troubles but you didn't send them away," Kelly protested.

"No, I didn't. Just because they made trouble didn't mean we didn't love them," June half-laughed.

"So why did your parents and guardians send you and Aunt Marjorie away?" Kelly repeated.

" Kelly, they weren't perfect but they did the best they knew how. Aunt Martha made sure I got a good education and spent every summer at her place- even though she was busy being an educator herself the rest of the year," June sputtered.

"A teacher, right?" Kelly asked.

"At first, but then she became headmistress to several fine girls' schools and colleges well into old age," June recalled.

"And you and your sister had each other in the boarding schools,"Kelly pondered.

"Not after Mommy and Daddy's deaths. Grandma and Grandpa Wallace decided Peggy would be better suited for schooling closer to them," June sighed.

"You and Aunt Marjorie were separated after your parents' deaths?" Kelly gasped.

"It wasn't like that! Grandma and Grandpa simply decided that the boarding school where Mommy and Daddy sent us to would be better for me while the schools closer to them would be better for Peggy. That's all," June said- quite firmly as she lifted her walker and pounded it on the sidewalk for emphasis.

"And they did see to it that you'd spend every Christmas with Aunt Marjorie," Kelly tried to console.

"Well, there were some years in which they couldn't retrieve me for Christmas on account of Grandma Wallace's rheumatism flaring up in the winter making the long rail trip impossible," June groaned.

"And they couldn't send someone else to bring you home?" Kelly gasped.

"Why all these questions about people you'd never met?" June sighed.

" Because you're the closest person I have to a mother now.Grandma, I love you so I want to know what's made you tick," Kelly insisted as she hugged June.

"That's sweet , dear!" June blushed as she hugged Kelly back.

"So if the Wallaces weren't bringing you home, why didn't Aunt Martha offer to bring you and your sister Peggy to her place?" Kelly asked.

" I told you! Aunt Martha was an English teacher then the headmistress of some fine girls' boarding schools but it wasn't until I was grown that she'd put together the funds for a house of her own. She lived in the boarding schools during the school year then rented the summer cottage so we could visit," June explained.

"So the three of you would be reunited every summer?" Kelly asked.

" Three of us?" June asked as they continued their 2nd trek around the residential block.

"You, Aunt Marjorie and Aunt Martha," Kelly replied.

"Oh. " June gulped.

"Grandma?" Kelly asked.

" Peggy was taken on grand tours to Europe every summer by Grandma and Grandpa Wallace until the War," June groaned.

"Did they ever tell you why they'd take her but not you?" Kelly asked.

"Because Peggy was older and would appreciate Europe more but I needed the fresh air of summer camp for my health," June insisted.

"And you believed them," Kelly pondered.

" Kelly, could we get back inside. I think the air's a bit chilly tonight," June sighed as she turned her walker back towards the house.

"I'm sorry, Grandma. I didn't mean to upset . .." Kelly sighed.

"You didn't, dear. When I think of all the efforts I've made to treat you, Kevin and your cousins equally. How could Grandma and Grandpa been so. .!" June gasped before she started to cry.

Kelly hugged her.

"Grandma, it's okay," Kelly sighed.

"No, it's not! Our parents were dead and they just split us up and tried to pretend I no longer existed. Why? What did I ever do that was so horrible?!" June bawled.

" Grandma, I can't even imagine their reasons but I know in my heart that you did nothing to deserve that from them," Kelly sniffed.

"What would have happened to me if Aunt Martha hadn't existed ?! " June sobbed.

"I . .." Kelly sputtered.

"She was the only one in my family who cared!" June sniffed.

"It sure looks like. .." Kelly pondered.

" Why couldn't she have been my real ?! "June angrily bawled before drawing in her breath.

"Grandma?" Kelly asked.

"Oops, I didn't mean that," June gasped.

"We're back at the house. I'll make some tea for us," Kelly sighed.

"Thanks, dear. That would be nice," June said while inhaling her tears.

"Oh, it looks like they delivered a Fed Ex package for Uncle Beaver while we were gone," Kelly quickly exclaimed to try to change the subject as she picked it up to bring it inside.

"And it's from your Cousin Lucy in Arizona. Those two haven't exchanged Christmas cards in years so why would she send a package?" June asked.

"I don't know. It feels like there's a bunch of cards and letters inside," Kelly pondered while shaking the package.

"Kelly Marie Cleaver Haskell, that's your uncle's property," June scolded.

"I know but aren't you curious as to what she's sent Uncle Beaver?" Kelly asked.

"It's none of our business, young lady," June snapped.

"How do you know? You were complaining about how the guys all are trying to find out about family history but keeping you out of it," Kelly sighed.

Back at Wally's Living Room.

"Mom has a right to know!" Wally insisted.

"No way. This will devastate her! It's devastated me!" Beaver scoffed.

"So even the perfect Cleavers have skeletons after all! Wait'll Dad hears the news," Freddie Haskell gloated.

"He's not going to hear it 'cause, if this news leaves the room, I'm going to sic every Federal agency and watchdog group I can think of on you Haskells," Beaver warned.

"Beav, you want Kelly and my grandkids to get caught in the crossfire?" Wally gulped.

"Grandpa,Dad, Uncle Beaver, I'm in the room!" Kyle Haskell gulped.

" Not my fault she married into them. I tried to show her better prospects," Beaver sneered.

"You call Larry Mondelo's Smurf-haired son 'a better prospect'?!" Wally scoffed.

Back in the Cleaver Living Room. ..

"Grandma, how do we know that this package is really from Cousin Lucy or is for Uncle Beaver?" Kelly asked.

"I may need glasses but I can still read, dear," June sighed.

"Someone may have put the wrong addresses on it. Only one way to find out," Kelly insisted as she started to open it with scissors.

"Kelly, stop that at once!"June ordered as she put her right hand over Kelly's right hand while Kelly was ripping open the tape.

"Relax, we'll see what these letters are then put it back together so he'll never know it was opened," Kelly scoffed.

"How could you. . .?! June sputtered as Kelly opened the package.

"You learn a few tricks being married to a Haskell . Besides, I promise I'm only using these powers for good!" Kelly insisted.

She opened the package and saw a dozen loose yellowed envelopes.

"Grandma, none of these letters are later than 1960 and none of these letters are from Cousin Lucy or Uncle Beaver," Kelly pondered while June turned her head.

June was about to leave the room before something caught her eye. Inside the larger Fed-Ex package was another package inside with a large wax seal with the date October 3,1917 carved into it- along with the words 'Closed Chapter'.

"That's Aunt Martha's handwriting!"June gasped.