Prologue: Part two
(Belongs with carnies)
For the night, Violete slept in the office. It was a pleasant sleep until it struck her that she wouldn't know what was to happen. It was absolutely bothersome to Violete when she did not know things. Now it dawned on her that there would be no answer, not until tomorrow. The light switched dead and she resolved to sleep, finally.
By 9 a.m. train whistles blew and thundered through their tracks. Every thing right on schedule. To Violet regarded this as missing cock-a-do-doodle-do when the morning cracks. 'Good enough for me; time to rise and shine Violete!' She opened her eyes and saw a hazy vision. Something was moving, correction, she was moving!
"Wondering when you'd be awake." A likeness of a clown spoke.
Gaah! I'm riding in her junk Jeep. "I thought I'd been in a train station."
"You had been, but you're not anymore." The smirked face mashed into a rainbow carnival blob, "I came down to get ya and you were already half asleep. The staff down there was even courteous enough to lend sleepwear. I said 'Look here, we're not here for charity!' and left them a fifty dollar bill" There was the vanity.
Get up, Get up. Violete's vision came back. She stuck out her head from the raggedy car window. Wild sea of oats, cattle and the trees Aunt Alice loved; Maybe Aunt Alice ran away to the countryside, what a crazy lady. The landscape became dull and repeated itself through the trip.Violete slumped back into lethargy and nodded off.
Her rest was interrupted by a mild slap on the cheek. Yet again a change of scenery for dear Violete. This happened to be the last location Alice was before she went zany. Yes, this was the legal office. "You are to go into that room by the water cooler and speak only when spoken to." Instead of arrogant, Violet's aunt seemed anxious. Violet could hardy take a breath before she was booted inside.
"Welcome, sit down." A bald towering man seemed fixed at his desk.
'Who are you suppose to be a shrink? And why can't I go home, I'm tired. It's been a while since I've been home!'
"I requested to speak with you before I make my decision. Any comments?"
"I don't know what you're saying." Violete seemed to feel this often lately.
"I'll elaborate, although I'll have to be frank. Your father is dead, your aunt is incapable to care for you and your mother…" stunned for a moment. It wouldn't be proper to keep babbling.
"I think it's for your best interest to be taken care by your older aunts."
"I do have a little to say about that, sir. I don't believe I'll be able to bear it. As for them, they've had their childbearing days and they've said that time is 'quite' over." And Violete was done, quite breathless.
"No need to say more. I'll keep that in mind."
The aunts had a sleepover at Violete's former house. Sheepishly laughing and serving each other tea and alcoholic spirits. It was found whimsical that one of them would gain custody of Violete, and Violete's trust fund. They married rich men, but their wealth was nothing combined to Violete's when she turns eighteen. For that reason, they envied her.
Needless to say, a day came not too late, when more legal papers came. This day, the aunts' hearts turned bitter and Violete appearance flushed majestic pink. The bald man knocked on the entrance,
"Leave everything behind. You are leaving Istanbul for London."
"My clothes, I don't need to bring a thing?" Violete was eager but yet reluctant
"Yes, her clothes and jewelry, will she leave that behind?" the aunts responded in unison
"She'll not have to worry. They'll get there after she settles in." Violete promptly got into the car
"We will keep her jewelry here and her items until then." Their faces hinted disgust, "May we ask whom Violete will reside with?"
After a 5 hour flight, a clerk from a local inn drove Violete to a comfy room on the second floor. On the balcony one viewed the ocean. The light shining on the sea was marvelous, as was everything in this inn.
"Mrs. Lankan practically lives in this room, but she can't to be cooped up so she takes regular walks during this time."
"Does she work?" Violete had no clue that her guardian lived here. It was indeed beautiful, but had no homely touch. Rooms need an individual marking to be called a real room.
"You don't know? Oh, yes she does. She travels quite a bit. She comes here on business trips." the man knew a lot about Violet's mysterious guardian, but hushed up from saying much. "If you need anything ring me up. I hope you enjoy your stay the Yorkshire Inn." He bowed and left. A card on the desk, classic. First guy who didn't ask for a tip.
Violete peered out of the room. There were maids and caterers passing by the hall.No wonder, the room seemed too clean. Not my style at all. I wonder what I should call my new…Guardian? It's a lady, I know that. She can't be too bad right? She does have fine taste and money to choose an ocean-view.
She spotted the phone next to the plasma. I'm getting hungry; I should call up room service. Violete turned tense, what was happening? Something slithery rubbed against Violete's foot. She turned around, nothing. Looked over the registry and dialed up the number for Chinese fast food. Then she felt it coil up, so tight! Right there Violete blacked out. The phone left hanging,
"Hello. This is Panda Express, serving every room floor A to C. How may I help you? Hello, is anybody there?...Don't tell me this is another prank call. We trace you back to your room number, you know!" The other line disconnected.
Violete distrangled, but still hearing voices.