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Chapter Forty — One: Bag Nanny Anonymous

17 May
Hi, I am the daughter of the author. What am I doing here? I have a place here. In fact two places. What are they? This is a mystery series. You either have to figure it out or wait until it is reveled.

Hi, I am the daughter of the author. What am I doing here? I have a place here. In fact two places. What are they? This is a mystery series. You either have to figure it out or wait until it is reveled.

Did you notice my daughter's picture? Yep, she is here.

Did you notice my daughter’s picture? Yep, she is here.

 

 

“Where would you like me to drop you?” asked Tulkhorn. He sat behind the wheel, somehow giving the impression he was guiding a tank through enemy territory rather than driving a car through town.
For some reason it was a question L C had not anticipated. Her only concern had been getting out of jail. For some strange reason she thought that once she was released from the nightmare she had been subjected to everything would go back to normal.
Now she realized. Released. Standing in front of the courthouse. Tulkhorn holding the door of his modest car open for her.
Nothing would ever be normal again.
Tulkhorn confirmed what she was thinking by saying, in as gentle a voice as it could be said in, “You can’t go back to — the Langlins. Not while you are accused — of wrongdoing. — You understand.”

“Yes.” She nodded.

“How about your parents?”

“No. My stepfather.”

Tulkhorn nodded understandingly. He waited. A man used to applying infinite patience to a multitude of problems that yielded to his implacable will. “I know of some reasonably priced apartments — that rent by the month. Not in the best part of town — but they are clean and — no one asks a lot of questions.”
L C had the feeling Tulkhorn had more than a passing acquaintance with those apartments. Visions of Perry Mason hiding clients in seedy hotels sprang to her mind.

“Okay.” She agreed.

She did not want to talk to her mother, or anyone else in her family just yet. In the morning she would get Rocko from Aunt Emerald. When L C was little she would pretend to be Dorothy in the wizard of Oz and would call Aunt Emerald, “Aunty Em.”
Maybe that was where L C developed a fondness for small dogs. It’s a wonder she had not named him Toto rather than Rocko.
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Chapter Twenty-eight: Getting Ready

11 Jan
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Starting a new year. Hopefully no one  gets seriously sick or dies this year. Except in fiction. Thank you everyone for your patience.

It was almost noon when L C entered the house. She had not thought about what to expect. What she did not expect was Amy, the maid looking up at her and saying, “Oh, great. Someone else to get in my way.”

The two of them had never spoken together much but L C had never realized the maid resented her. The discovery was a surprise.

“Sorry. I will try not to.” was all L C could think to say, with a half smile.

“Just be careful. If you fall down and can’t go with them I’ll be blamed.” Amy pointed to a section of the floor that had just been mopped.

L C frowned. “Thank you. I will be careful.”

Bixby was standing at the bottom of the stairs looking upwards. He was surprised to see her and said so. “I thought you had plans for the day?”

“I did but they didn’t work out. What is wrong with Amy? She about bit my head off.”

“I’m afraid she is a reverse snob. She wants to go, can’t say I blame her, and she won’t so she see’s those of us who are going as thinking we are better than she is. We don’t see ourselves as better than she is but she does.”

“Huh?” L C thought she would never untangle the politics and snobbery of rich people’s servants.

“L C!” A little voice rang out and suddenly there was a flurry of short skirted happiness bounding down he hallway and into L C’s arms.

“I knew you’d come. You couldn’t stay away. Yipee.”

L C picked the squirming bundle up in her arms, laughing.

“You gotta help me pack everything. I need lots and lots.” she squirmed out of L C’s arms, grabbed her index finger and started pulling her toward the stairs.

“What on earth is going on?” asked L C

The little girl put her finger on her chin as though there were a big secret afoot. “I think it must be spies or something. One minute everything was normal and the next mommy and daddy were running all around and around saying we gotta go to Europe.”

L C made a big “O” of her mouth and said, “Well how mysterious.” And let herself be led upstairs.

“L C, can Rocko go?”

“I totally don’t know, honey. We will have to ask your mommy.”

Guinevere’s bedroom was a little girl’s dream castle. It struck L C Funny that a little girl whose wealth rivaled any monarch from the past, whose access to modern conveniences made any medieval princess life seem like uncomfortable poverty, should be entranced by the story of Cinderella. She kept the joke to herself, never mentioning it to anyone else.

Mrs. Langlin entered. Today her hair was jet black and cut Jackie Kennedy style sans pill box hat.

“Oh. You are here. Would you be a dear and go help Bixby while I explain to Guinny that she is only allowed one suitcase.” There was, of course, no question in the tone of voice, only in the words.

“Can Rocko go, Mommy?”

“Afraid not this time, Little Miss. He would have to have special shots, and all kinds of things we do not have time for. Maybe next time.”

“I’ll get my aunt Emerald to sit him. Rocko and Tabby love to sit and bark at each other.” It always made L C laugh to see a tabby colored parakeet and a gold and white chihuahua sitting on the floor barking at each other.

“That would be good.” Replied Mrs. Langlin.

Downstairs she found Bixby looking every centimeter the butler. Next to him was an overweight man who eyes drooped as though he did not have the energy to pick them up properly. His natural expression was no expression. Poker faced. When he did change expression, such as when Bixby introduced L C To him, his expression seemed to go through a planning stage before they took effect on his face.

L C Decided she did not like him.

“It is a cussed nuisance,” he was telling Bixby. “On such short notice my secretary could not even get first class tickets for the Langlins. She was lucky to get all of you aboard the same plane.”

“You say it is not a direct route?”

“No. There are some change overs. They will still be there sooner than if they waited. Not to mention the reduced luggage.”

“So much for the privilege of being rich.” Joked Bixby.

“Rich is relative, I am afraid. The really rich can afford their own private jumbo jets. Have them at their disposal twenty-four seven. Right now one a quarter that size would be sufficient.”

The two men shook hands and parted. The heavy-eyed man looked at L C As though evaluating her character, nodded, then departed.

“Who is that?” asked L C.

“Lawyer. His main skill is keeping things out of court. Not that he lacks skill in court, but he seldom lets things get that far.”

“Should he have been discussing the Langlin’s wealth with you?”

“He never says anything to me I don’t already know. I never say anything to him he does not already know. Otherwise it would be difficult for us to talk to each other.”

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Chapter Eighteen: Dick Van Dyke

26 Jul
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Mother is out of the hospital and doing well. 

L C loved the big play room with the huge T.V. and matted floor. She and Guinevere were watching Chitty Chitty Bang Bang and dancing all the outlandish moves Dick Van Dyke executed so well. L C had not danced in months and it felt good to stretch her muscles again.

The room had a well tuned piano in one corner and the two of them, child and nanny, played a duet. Afterwards they complimented each other on what fine jobs they had done.

Later they spread bean bags around the room. Chasing each other, chasing Rocko, Rocko chasing them, jumping and tumbling over the bean bags until they were all three tired.

Then it was dinner time.

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Chapter Eight: The Proposal

18 May
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L C went out with Raymond Stanhouser a couple of times. It was okay. Kind of fun but not romantic or exciting. The biggest thing was she decided she did not want to start out life as a full time mother.

Guinevere was at a fun age. Everything was new and over flowing with excitement. Watching a caterpillar crawl across a leaf was a wonderful adventure. Nothing was trite, dull, or boring. Learning the difference between friendly bugs you could hold in your hand and unfriendly bugs that bit opened up a new world.

Stanhouser’s children were beyond all of that. They were dealing with grades and sports and school and friends. Butterflies were “uh huh.” Trees were so many cords of wood, lawns were to be mowed on weekends if they could not escape doing it altogether.

Guinevere and Rocko, L C’s gold and white chihuahua, were playmates. L C took care of both of them. Stanhouser’s children were at an age when they wanted to “own” a dog, but did not want to take the time to feed it.

L C was not ready to see herself as a soccer mom. It was not a bad future to look forward too, at twenty-five or thirty it might be a lot of fun. But not at twenty.

Still Raymond never asked her directly. And, although she knew he wanted more than just a one night stand or a current girlfriend, he never told her how he felt about her or what he wanted. Had he made it clear she might not have dated anyone else. She might have committed herself to his future. But he did not.

When Nathaniel asked her out she did not hesitate. He was closer to her own age and had just entered a  high-tech career as a digital marketing agent with a promising future.

When Nathaniel was with her she was his entire world. No cell phones, no meetings, for the time they were together he was hers. That was so nice.

It was as though her taking a profound interest in Nathaniel was the trigger that caused Raymond to pour out his hopes and desires for their future. The day after she began thinking of herself and Nathaniel as a  couple Raymond came up to her, in the grocery store of all places. In the fruit section, when she was standing in front of apples and oranges, thinking of making a fruit salad. There was no preamble.

“You are the most precious thing in my life. I love you. I want you to marry me. I want you to love my children. I want them to love you.”

It seemed the oddest of times and the oddest of places to make such a confession. It was as though she had been thinking of making fruit salad and now she was being asked to choose between apples and oranges. She couldn’t make the decision. Nor did she feel right about turning him down, telling him she was seeing someone else, in the center of his own grocery store. Something like that should be said on neutral ground. It would not even sound right if it were done in the parking lot.

What she said was, “This is so sudden. I hadn’t… I didn’t… That you liked me that much. I really enjoy being a nanny,” she hedged. ”And I have to spend time thinking about this. I’m not sure I’m ready to be a full-time mommy. I mean I think the world of you, and I don’t know the children that well yet.”

“You will get to know them and they will get to know you. And love you as I do.” He stated.

Later she wondered why she did not just come out and tell him, “I’m seeing someone else and I think it might be serious.” She did not try to answer the question because in her heart of hearts she knew the answer. If something went wrong between her and Nathaniel she wanted to be able to go back to dating Raymond without him feeling she picked him up on the rebound. A subconscious intention she would rather hide from herself.

 

 

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