Third Time's the Charm
Copyright© 2014 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 19
"Piper, what did you do?"
What makes you think I did something, she thought.
WE did something, thought the trio.
Yeah. We're going to be mothers, thought the kits.
We could feel the satisfaction.
"That's obvious ... no ... what did you do the girl?"
Jeanine?
"Wait. Stop. How do you know her name is Jeanine?"
Isabelle and Mom, said the kits.
We all turned to Piper ... who immediately looked guilty.
Remember? Piper thought a scene to us; The Austin Twins ... Girl Scouts ... the boathouse ... a persistent 12 year old ... the irate Scout Leader ... the Animal Control People ... the persistent 12 year old ... the 12 year old ... girl...
The cats, Hineahuone and I, all turned to look at our Bellhop ... she was just coming out of her swoon.
Jeanine, thought the half and the three quarters Canadian Lynx.
"Jeanine," I said, marveling at how WELL the now twenty-three year old Jeanine had grown up.
"Jeanine?" asked Hineahuone ... she had never met the girl.
"Jeanine, Honey? What are you doing on these nice folks floor?" asked the laundress. She was carrying my suit, shirt and tie.
"Jeanine?" asked the bootblack ... he had my shoes.
"Jeanine," exclaimed the concierge, "Get off the floor." He had the spectacularly colored and form hugging polynesian dress my princess was going to wear to dinner and dancing tonight.
"That's Jeanine?" asked the busybody gray-haired old battle-ax of a retired schoolteacher who had no business in my suite.
That pissed me off.
"Out ... everybody out ... not you, Jeanine ... not you, Hineahuone, Piper? You and the kits stay. Everybody else ... out!"
Dress and suit hung, the unnecessary personnel evacuated and Hineahuone and I picked the again fainted Bellhop up and carried her into the bedroom ... mine I think. Oh joy.
I left and actually closed the door while Hineahuone 'loosened' the bellhop clothes. Stripped her, I believe is the operative word. Jeanine had soiled herself.
"David? I need some help," said my Maori Princess.
"Yes?"
"Someone is going to have to hold her in the shower ... she messed herself. I'll find clothes, you strip off and wash her." Hineahuone suggested I wipe that grin off my face before she wiped it off for me. "And get rid off that." She pointed and my interest. "That's mine."
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