Disclaimer: I do not own hey Arnold
A/N' just an idea that poped into my head one day.
Helga's stash
It was an average summer day in D.C., balmy and humid. Much too hot for any person to bear, so Helga Pataki sat in her room in front of the air conditioner, a small, almost pocket sized, book in her lap. Due to the concentrated look on her face and statuesque posture, anyone who may have witnessed this would think she'd be studying for an important test or reading about Medieval methods of Torture.
But this was no textbook, nay, not even a book describing the ways of the Medieval period. This book was titled " The Sapphire Swallow" The back read as follows; The year is 1870, Mississippi. And Jezebel Leboutoux is desperately trying to cover up a family secret that won't die, when a handsome stranger comes to her doorstep, badly injured, she can't help but take pity and care for him. When a spark ignites between them, will Jezebel's secret be discovered by her smoldery eyed lover, or will his secret unravel their passion?
Helga opened the book greedily after reading the summary, but just as she was turning past the title page there was a knock on her door. "Helga, baby sister, I am cleaning the house today, Mother and Father are at the opera."
Helga grabbed a sweater from her bed and wrapped the book in it, "Fine, whatever. Just stay outta my closest!" She replied sulkily while shoving the sweater under her blanket.
Helga went downstairs and went outside to do what she does every day, stalk Arnold.
After Olga had finished ironing and pressing all of Helga's clothes, she turned to Helga's bed, to make it of course. She picked up the blanket and shook it out before folding it and setting it on Helga's chair. She picked up the pillow and grabbed the sweater in one hand, as she lifted the sweater the book dropped to the floor. Olga bent down to pick up the red, white and gold titled book and noticed the dramatic and somewhat lurid illustration of two blondes adorning the cover.
A tall man in a union solider uniform was dramatically holding a limp blonde woman, her blouse
Was halfway unbuttoned, the man and woman were on a horse, on a cliff, over looking a plantation.
Olga dropped the book immediately, 'What should I do, maybe I could put it back in the sweater. But, no, Helga is much too young to be reading this! It's not even anatomically correct, she won't learn anything from it!" she said. She felt the soft pages and the ragged, almost fluffy white edges where the paper frayed and took a look at the excerpt on the inside cover, " Captain Arnold of the union Army, was a long way from home but as he held Jezebel firmly she could forget he was a filthy Yankee and lose herself in his bloodied arms…"
Olga shut the book, "I can't believe this! My baby sister -" Olga stopped mid sentence as she remembered what Helga told her 'Stay outta my closest!' , could it be that's where she hid her stash?
Olga couldn't take that chance, she had to protect her baby sister's innocence. She threw down the book, as well as the sweater she now had tucked under her arm, and marched toward Helga's closest.
She gently opened the door and peeked inside, nothing unusual, except the voodoo doll. Or at least what she thought was a Voodoo doll, and what seemed to be a shrine made of expired food products. Olga grabbed some of the books from the towering stacks and sat down on Helga's bed.
Olga slammed the book shut as words rushed through her mind like some sort of twisted 80's horror movie. "Girlhood… tremble, sultry, breast!" Olga clutched her head after throwing the books haphazardly back into the closet.
"It appears." She said standing up and puffing out her chest as she gathered her cleaning items "That this is much more serious than I thought!"