Ahem. Alright I’ll do this goofy blog thing. I’ll pretend the internet isn’t the stupidest thing you humans have ever done. I’ll play your online games and sip your virtual tea. Soon enough you’ll friend me on myspace. We’ll email awhile, instant message, private chat, then audio and cameras. Soon enough you’ll be dying to meet me, and mark my words: When you do meet me, you’ll also meet that death…
Well, isn’t it cold outside? Cold as marble six feet deep. But don’t you worry about that. Put on the water and ready the hot chocolate. Spike it with your pleasure-you can guess what mine is. Settle in with some popcorn and a good Sean Bean flick. When the doorbell rings, you know its me. Can’t wait? You can read this for starters…
St. Louis, 1876
Victoria arrived fresh from an eight-year sleep—recuperation from a little incident back in North Carolina. She stepped off the train wearing a fashionable silk red dress customary to the time, right down to the lace trimmed hat and gloves. Victoria always made a fashion statement—anytime, anywhere.
Theodore sat on a bench by the telegraph office—young, alone, crying. He wore only rags, and there was a little carpetbag on the ground next to him.
“Are you all right?” Victoria walked to him.
This boy could be something special!
“My father told me never to talk to strangers.”
“Well.” Victoria unbuttoned and removed her gloves. She offered her hand to Theodore and sat down on the bench next to him. “My name is Victoria. And your name is?”
“Theodore.” He blew his nose. “Theodore Plunkett.” He blew his nose again. He shook Victoria’s hand, and she tried not to show her disgust at his snot’s newfound place on her hand.
Victoria cleared her throat. “Well, now, Theodore, we’re not strangers any more, are we?”
“No, I guess not.”
“Now.” She handed him her handkerchief. “What is the matter?”
“My father died recently, and I’ve come to live with my great aunt.”
“You sound like you don’t want to live with your aunt.” Victoria smiled. “Would you like to come live with me instead?”
“My great aunt is expecting me in an hour.” Theodore checked his gold pocket watch.
“Theodore, would you rather live with me?”
You want to live with me. You do.
“Well.” Theodore paused for a moment. “Yes’um. You’re much nicer than that old hag. Prettier, too.”
He’s much too young. I already made that mistake with Angelo.
“Then, it’s settled. You’re coming to live with me.” Victoria put her arm around Theodore and smiled.
“What about the old hag?”
“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of her.”* * *
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