Parting Words
Duchess shuddered. Tomorrow, her master and the museum curator were finalizing the paperwork. She was no longer a house vacuum, but a museum vacuum.
She left her closet for the last trip around the house. Evelyn, the new vacuum, sat by the couch.
"Don't worry, I know my way around here," Evelyn said. "No need to worry about me."
Duchess smiled.
"So, that's why they repaired me?" Duchess asked.
"To send you to a more spacious place?" Evelyn replied. "Just think of all the surfaces you can clean in a museum. From what Daisy in the office says, you'll be meeting all sorts of... old machines."
A Marigold Lamp hopped towards the group, carrying a pamphlet.
"I was going to give you a preview of what you'll be encountering," she said. "Well, the planes are very popular. Oh, and an old car."
Evelyn paused. "Daisy is nearly halfway through Master's collection of books. She loves history."
Duchess laughed. "I can tell."
The day came. Duchess was loaded into the back of a van.
Evelyn would take care of things in the house.
When Duchess unfroze, she found herself in a spacious closet. Five charging stations sat beside her, each for a small robotic vacuum.
Crude tape stickers lay above each one. "Hockey Puck, Hamburger, Checker, Coaster, Battery"
A male voice spoke up. "Please ignore the tape. Our idiot desk fan has no business naming our vacuums."