"Dear Josie," I said as I began reading the letter. The maid let out a grumpy noise that could not possibly be a word in the English language.

"Continue reading, Alice," the maid said after I was silent for a little longer then a few seconds. Her displeasure at the introduction made me slightly unsure if the maid wanted me to continue reading or not.

"Uh, yes, of course," I mumble looking back down at the letter.

"You were at 'Dear Josie'," the maid prompted. Judging by the sound of her voice, she wasn't going to get over being called Josie any time soon.

"Sorry, Sister, I had to call you Josie-"

"Ha, I doubt that girl is ever sorry," the maid complained cutting me off. "Oh, I'm sorry, darling. I will try not to interrupt. Please read the next part of the letter."

"Uh…Sorry I had to call you Josie, Sister. You never respond to anything I write to you if I address the letter to Josephine. This is probably the first letter I have written that has actually made it to you-"

"I bet she writes those words in every letter she writes. Just to make the letter seem more urgent. I doubt she ever wrote to me," the maid complained cutting me off again. "Oh, sorry, Alice, please finish reading."

"Yes, dear little sister. I have written to you in the past. I send you a letter every Christmas telling you about all the wonderful things my son has accomplished-"

"Like that brat has done anything!" This was the third time the maid had cut me off. "Sorry, darling, I'll try not to interrupt again."

"Peter has certainly made me proud to be his mother-"

"Of course she's proud! Peter is her only child!" By now the maid wasn't even trying to control her tongue.

"But unfortunately, Peter has made a decision that shocked Lawrence and me-"

"Oh sure, she calls her husband Lawrence and doesn't give him a stupid nickname like Larry. But she has to use Josie for me!"

"I can not believe this, but Peter does not wish to attend his second semester at the university. He says that he wants to leave England and find work in America-"

"America? Ha! That boy couldn't make it past the boat ride!"

"I don't understand it, Josie. Why would he give up a perfectly good future of being a lawyer? And to make things even more confusing, Peter wants to take his girlfriend with him to America. He isn't even engaged to this girl, and yet, he wants to give up an already paid for future of becoming a lawyer to go live in America with the vainest girl I have ever seen-"

"Ha, vainest girl she has ever seen. I didn't think it would be possible for somebody to beat my sister's status."

"Oh, Josie, if you could just see this girl. She always looks at herself in anything that could give a reflection-"

"Well you do too!"

"And she refuses to drink anything. One should never trust somebody who doesn't drink. I'm sure she is behind Peter's desire to quit his studies in law. It will break my heart to have Peter quit his education. Lawrence and I have worked so hard to make sure he would be given a proper education. I still can't believe that he would give it all up to go to America with that girl-"

"Who is this girl anyway?" The maid asked cutting off my reading, yet again.

"Uh, her name is never mentioned in the letter," I said as I scanned the rest of the letter looking for some sort of girl's name.

"Oh, well finish reading."

"Now, Josie, it pains me to ask you for help. I know that you are so busy and shouldn't be leaving your job for my needs, but I need your help. I need you to come visit me in London to talk some sense into my Peter. Please come, Sister, I have never asked for you to visit me before-"

"Ha, I doubt you ever wanted me to visit before."

"Sincerely, Your Loving Sister, Ellen."

"Loving Sister? That's funny."

"Uh, the letter isn't done yet. There is a P.S.-"

"Well then read it."

"P.S. In this envelope I left you two train tickets to London," I said reading the last part of the letter as the maid took out the two train tickets promised from the envelope.

A/N

Gee, I wonder who gets to use the extra ticket.

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B/N

This is the awesomeness that is . . . my beta note. *waves hand*