The two women stepped out of the basket and into the cargo hold.  But the daughter clutched the wicker basket with a death's grip.  While the Matron mother seemed ready to follow, Vera's hand shot out and caught her clothing.  Quietly she whispered, "no mother, don't forget...."  Then Vera glanced back at the ground.<br/><br/>The older mother, in her late fourties, early fifties perhaps sighed, "Captain, I understand the need for privacy and not wanting to shout a message across the air.  But none can hear us now save the four of us in the room.  Please just tell me what the message is?"