I do not own Reginald Jeeves, Bertram Wilberforce Wooster, or Frederick Threepwood.
A Jeeves and Wooster/Blandings Crossover
In Honor of Pelham Grenville Wodehouse
"You're lucky, Wooster, unspeakably lucky."
I looked up from the paper I was reading to give the young bloke in the neighboring chair a strange look. "Lucky? How so?" I continued to stare at him, noticing that his face suddenly became a mass of worry lines.
"You have so many Aunts." He replied simply, taking off his shoes and drawing his knees up to his chin in a boyish fashion. His steady, blue eyes which in the beginning of his stay had been twinkling merrily, were filled with a strange look of solemnity.
"Well," I said, chewing on my lower lip for a moment. "Not all of them are kind, you understand. I should say that you are lucky, Threepwood, for not having seventeen Aunts bearing down on you every moment of the day. Your Aunt Connie seems a good sort of Aunt to have. Rather like my Aunt Dahlia." I said, turning back to the pages of my newspaper, thinking the conversation over.
"You should take me to meet your Aunt Dahlia." Threepwood whispered. "At least that would be better than your Aunt Agatha. She makes my hair stand on end."
I snorted. His hair already stood on end in the style he had it. "I will. Perhaps we can pop down to Brinkley Court on the morrow. I'll tell Jeeves to make the necessary arrangements. I'm sure your Aunt wouldn't mind if you met a few of my relatives. Aunt Agatha told me that she knows your Aunt Constance.
Is that true?" I asked my new acquaintance curiously.
"Yes. My Aunt C is dreadfully attached to your Aunt Agatha. She says that your Aunt was her mentor in the girl's school she went to. But that's beside the point. My three Aunts, Julia, Connie and Charlotte are much the same as yours. Only, my Aunt Julia would disembowel my entire family, and not just me, if I disappointed her. She'd say that my father and Aunt Constance were at fault, and that they deserved to be punished as well as me." Freddie Threepwood sighed, and caressed the bridge of his nose thoughtfully.
"You seem to have quite a few thoughts on the subject of Aunts." I replied bitterly surrendering my newspaper to the table beside me. I knew that I wouldn't get anymore reading done with the subject of Aunts floating about.
"Aunt's aren't gentlemen." He said, eyeing me to watch my response.
"You know something, you're right! I never thought of it that way. We have more in common than I supposed." I slapped him on the back and smiled at him warmly. Despite the fact that I had been forced to take him in, I believed that I had found a kindred spirit.