Mary and Alan in the Congo Line

Mary and Alan are two of the most quiet people at the Mansion, they are most often alone, and rarely speak. I’ve rarely seen Alan doing any activities or talking to anyone, and Red and I visit Mary in her room, she speaks in a soft whisper, if at all.

I was startled to see the two of them join a Congo Line on the steamboat dance floor, surrounded by exuberant ladies from the Red Hat Society.

The staff and I look at one another, it was a wonderful example of how people change when brought into the outside world and given the chance to have fund and bring out the hidden or submerged parts of themselves.

“Take a photo of this,” one of the staffers urged, “nobody  back at the Mansion will believe it.” I hardly believed it myself.