So we were down at the bottom of the elevator shaft for over a week. Occasionally, Esme Squalor would bring us platters of salmon from some place called Café Salmonella.
She said it was in. She also told us her husband Jerome got them as a take-out. Since he never argued, even though he hated salmon.
I didn't get it. How could you have a husband if you had a boyfriend? And I couldn't believe she'd take advantage of someone like Jerome, who agreed to everything.
After dinner one night, actually, I couldn't tell exactly if it was night or not, and Isadora fell asleep, I heard talking.
Esme Squalor and Count Olaf were talking.
"Olaf, right before the In Auction, why don't I just kill the Baudelaire brats? They're nothing but trouble."
My mouth dropped open. No way. They couldn't. But I had no idea the Baudelaires were here. They could have rescued us.
"No, no, Esme," Count Olaf said quickly. "Why don't you just throw them to the bottom of the elevator shaft? I'll have a net down there; no way could they get hurt. I need at least one of them to get their fortune, and while they're down there, after the In Auction, I can make my decision."
"But what about those two Quagmire brats?" Esme asked.
"Don't worry," said Count Olaf. "I'll remove them from the elevator before you throw the Baudebrats down there. I plan to hide the Quagmires in the Fowl Fountain, and put the initials V.F.D. on a carton of Very Fancy Doilies. That should throw those Baudelaires off."
"But where would we go next?" Esme asked. "Well," said Count Olaf, "if anyone should discover me, I'll keep the car right outside the Veblen Hall where the In Auction is. Then we can get away. We'll head for the town of Village of Fowl Devotees, and since it has the initials V.F.D., I'm sure the Baudelaires will go there. Besides, Jacques Snicket will be there. I plan to murder him for revenge and frame the Baudelaires for murdering me, because, what other person can you think of that has one eyebrow and the V.F.D. eye tattoo on their ankle? And also, we're old enemies from the past."
"All right," Esme said. "The Baudelaires are in bed, and tomorrow is the In Auction. So let's go."
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Well, what do you think? Too short? Well, it's the best I can do for now. Sorry I haven't updated in a while. I've been real busy with school. Well, I know it's not the best chapter I've written, but keep the reviews coming!
