Idk
Copyright© 2024 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 13
WE have parking ... under the house, behind the dungeon. So ... when we ascended from the garage, Charles, wanted to know, “Where have you been?”
“Out.” Twins.
“What have you been doing?”
Before we could get our twinship organized to say ... what teens everywhere answer to that question, the house phone rang.
Charles glared at it, a second ring. He picked up and frowned. “Your VW bus?” Charles said.
“Yes,” Jackie grinned.
Not looking at me, “Miss Jacquelyn? Have you been ‘reorganizing’ your unmentionables drawer?”
She looked at me ... dematerialized, ‘whooshed,’ materialized at the top of the stair and ‘whooshed’ to her room. Drawers opened and slammed shut.
“YES!” and demonic laughter. She bubbled all the way down the stairs. She waved a passbook under Charles’ nose and clutched it to her breast ... the book not his nose. “I would have never looked ... thank you Charles.” That was the most gloating thanks I’ve ever heard.
“Ah, yes.” A huge sigh. In an almost tearful voice Charles ... our stoic, unflappable butler, said, “Daddy warned me there would be days like this. Any house with teenagers...” He faltered, slid to a vocal stop, it was a struggle but Charles was Charles, the butler again. The house phone rang again.
“Charles.”
““““
“I’ll ask.”
He turned to me and said, “Carol wants to use the VW, may she?”
“Carol?”
“Oh ... my mistake. I beg your pardon.” He spoke into the phone.
Like rats leaving a sinking ship ... the staff materialized from wherever and lined up in the Grand Foyer. There were ten of them. Eight were new to me. I knew Charles and George. George was my valet and driver. The others were the silent ones slipping past in the night or early morning.
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