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I was relieved to find it looked just like the image on the menu.
“I think so,” I said. “I need to get to this address. Do you know where it is?”
I leaned aside so she could see it. Instead, she moved the screen toward herself.
“Oh, high class, huh?” the waitress said. “Well, la di da.”
“It’s a rich area?” I said.
Of course it was. Normal people couldn’t afford a governess. Especially not a live-in one. Well, I didn’t care. I was confident with my teaching skills. I wouldn’t let a little thing like nerves get the better of me.
The waitress gave me directions. She said I could walk it in about thirty minutes.
“Now, final warning on the meal,” the waitress said. “I wouldn’t want you suffering during your interview.”
I lifted a piece of bacon with my fingers and bit into it. No screams, no yelps of pain. It was salty and crispy and delicious.
“I don’t think you’re going to have to worry,” I said.
The waitress frowned.
“Enjoy your meal,” she said.
I groaned with joy at the crispy food. I was an oddity on this planet. A freak.
So what was new?
2
TRAES
“I can’t do this anymore! It’s too much!”
Governess Puem-Gleb stomped toward the front door, her elbows swinging high and almost taking my eye out.
I struggled to keep up with her.
“I’ll increase your pay,” I said. “Name your price. Whatever you want.”
“No amount could ever make it worthwhile!”
I doubted that. Everyone had their price. Now was the very worst time for Governess Puem-Gleb to quit. I was right in the middle of an important business project and needed someone to take care of Cleb.
“Stay just a few more days,” I said. “While we find your replacement.”
Waev extended the governess’s hat and coat but she was still in the throes of having her apoplectic fit.
“I apologize, but I cannot,” she said. “That child… he’s a demon and a miscreant! He will never amount to anything so long as he doesn’t apply himself. Your nephew is without a doubt the most disgraceful, mannerless, evil little child I’ve ever had the misfortune of dealing with!”
Okay, so that was below the belt.
“He might be a handful—” I admitted.
“There’s an understatement!” she cried.
“But he is still a child that deserves love and understanding,” I said. “So long as I’m his uncle, I will ensure he gets both.”
The old crone threw her head back and barked a hideous laugh.
