They were an odd couple, that's for sure. The kind of odd that people didn't like to comment on for fear that it would be too offensive.
The too-tall, too-thin man and his teenage bride that no one seemed to know. He didn't even introduce her at parties anyone, just carted her around like some sort of show pony.
Nobody really knew either of them, actually. They were always aloof, the last to enter and the first to leave. The man was inconsistent about his outings, but when he chose to make an appearance the girl was right there with him, always in a black dress and with her hair in a ponytail held together by a plain black ribbon.
Rumor has it, though, that things are even weirder at home. The members of his theatre troupe say the girl waits on him like some sort of slave, that she has no backbone. They say he's got others up there too, a baby and a younger boy. And they're odd, all of them, with their too-big eyes and too-young bodies; each one looks like they're just dying to crawl out of their skin.
So you could imagine the surprise when, at the next theatre meeting, Count Olaf's beautiful teen bride found herself pregnant.
"Do you have any names yet, love?"
The girl had never spoken before, and today was no exception.
"We're thinking," Olaf said, wrapping an arm around the girl. "Beatrice."