Placing the Envelope, Smartly behind her Headboard, she Locked Herself back in her Room and Retorted, I’ll be Over When This is All Done. She rested, upon getting back to her Quarters, about Half an Hour into it. She’d been on it for long enough to forget the Label, and even what it used for.Īvem had had a Sociable Game of Cards with a Magician named Tatter, later that evening. The White One had been a Citalopram, for Depression. I took the white one, but the tonic… she reminded herself. She thought she had heard a boy grumbling. I’m alone and not only did I mal-doctor, myself, but I’m mal-sseused?”Īvem woke up. ~ How would she ever sneak the Envelope out? ~ Now remember, Missus Smith, take these Two Blue Ones, at Night, and we’ll be Leaving the White One for Half an Hour, because you’ve still got your Nyquil to take. What would you like? Cabbage Stew, Wild Rice and Carrot Soup, Fish Broth, or Consomme and Noodle. Alright, I’ll have the kitchen bring you up something. No, she swore, hoping to distract him from the Oats. He looked around the counter.Ī fearful thought occurred to Missus Smith. Rookall, and have you seen if your son left me the Banknote. I’ve brought you’re Medicine up, some Flowers from Mrs. They were having a Big Party down in The Mess Hall. You should have notified them you would be missing your morning Meals. Still in your nightgown, I see.Īnd none of the other staff saw to you today. She would have had to hide it in her Bedchamber, in a Split Second, were it not for how caught off guard she was. The very same Cushion, as was placed on her Chestnut Wood, Kitchen Sitting Chair. He was almost at her door.Īnxious, she stuck the Sealed Envelope, hidden, under a Pink Satin Cushion. Avem locked the door to the Library, returned to the Manor’s small upstairs kitchen, and hid her newfound Key, off to the side in an oatmeal canister. Is the Missus up? A “Holy,” of an Unholy Voice began. Just then, she heard the Service Bell, Ring from Downstairs. She licked what looked to be a Rare Chinese Stamp after Sealing an Envelope. If her son traveled out there and won one of those Beautiful Specimens in Bonsai form, he’d make a Back Diamond Cider.īut when would he hop it back on over? It had taken a while… Who knew? It must be somewhere in the Himalayas. Those were Trees of the Bonsai Variety.īut, where are you going off to, Avem asked him one Final Time, before he had left her at her Bottlenecked Apartment Door to head down the Manor’s stairwell.īlack Diamond? She uttered, unteemed. She had thought he had said, “A, “Bodacious,” Fake Wood, Gets, “Cheery,” When Aged… Depends.”īy now, she was pretty sure that she knew what he was referring to. When she asked how long, he replied, “As Long As It Takes To Get Me Rich… Again.” Robert had promised her, to be back when she had, “Dried Up… Sideways.”Īvem, literally thought he had promised her a, “Dried “Hopped Cider,” Aged.” About Half a Dozen Articles of Furniture, were now moved around, as well. 'The, 'Black Diamond', "Hua Niu Apple," of Tibet', had been promised her.Īvem had found a Key, and entitled herself to, “Another,” Room in the Old Manor, when she noticed about Thirty, “Latest Considerations,” she hadn’t been able to recognize, especially since her last time of having not been in there. I am writing this Letter, on, “bequest,” of a certain collection of books of, no doubt, charming character, that went missing from the Manor, here…” She ended her letter with a Loop. My name is, "Avem," she wrote from the Room.
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