Chapter Four
It was more than she had imagined. It was all under construction, but the size of the house was amazing. It had to have been bigger than a downtown city block, and had more than 20 rooms. It made her old house look like a mobile home. She thought to herself, wondering how much of the 30 million he had to spend on remodeling the old mansion, and hoped that Bob would have the sense to think about money management.
She wandered around the house almost aimlessly, but underneath she was actually looking for her own room. Maybe Bob had forgotten her. He usually does. She played over a scene in her mind:
"Oh, Olga. Where've you been, young lady?"
"At SCHOOL, Bob. Where else would I be on a WEEK DAY??"
"Oh, right. Say, I forgot to build you a room, but you can camp out with the monitor lizard in the dog house."
"Fine dad."
"Olga, you're home!"
"Oh, yes daddy, I am home! Oh, baby sister, how are you?"
"Just FINE, except I have to live in a DOG HOUSE."
"Oh, that reminds me Olga, your room is this way! I built it especially for you! It's three times as big as your old room, and has a Jacuzzi, and…"
Yeah right.
Bob wouldn't forget her like that…or would he?
Tired of thinking about it, Helga looked around some more. Right before she gave up, she found a door with a note on it, addressed to her. It said "Helga - This is your room. Hope you like it. -Miriam".
"It figures, BOB would never bother to write TWO notes to me in one week!" She opened the door, and saw an amazing sight. There were boxes of her stuff in the middle of the floor, and about 400 square feet of floor. And it was all hers.
"Hey, short man, what's shakin'?" Grandpa asked as he walked into the kitchen, carrying a glass of water. Arnold was eating Grandma's latest concoction, which Grandpa had managed to avoid, having dropped it all on the floor for Abner. No one in the boarding house knows what it is.
"Well Grandpa, Helga moved!"
"We-ell, that's great! She'll be out of your hair forever, you'll never have to hear the words "football" and "head" in one sentence ever again, unless you have a freak accident while walking in the park, that is."
"No, Grandpa, she's still in town, she just moved into the mansion on 63rd." Grandpa nearly choked on the water he was drinking.
"THE MANSION ON 63rd??? How the heck did Bob get that much money??" Arnold shook his head.
"I have no idea. It's just…weird, that's all."
"What's weird about it?? If WE had that much money you wouldn't think it was weird!"
"No, I guess you're right Grandpa…but I wonder what she'll be like now. Money can change people."
"But what do you care? I mean, you hate her, right, it shouldn't matter to ya how the money affects her!"
"I guess you're right, Grandpa." Arnold said, still contemplating anyhow. Tomorrow was going to be a very interesting day. Arnold grabbed the phone and called Gerald.
"Hey, Gerald."
"Hey Arnold. Did you see where Helga got off the bus??"
"Yeah, you couldn't miss it."
"I don't believe it. She became a millionaire overnight, man! Pheobe told me all about her house - "
Arnold thought he could almost HEAR him blushing.
"…and she said they were remodeling, and that she had to spend the night at her house last night. I wonder what her room looks like….it's probably HUGE! Wish I had a mansion…"
"Yeah. Me too. So what are you doing for your "special place" project?"
"I don't know yet. Still gotta figure that out."
"Me too. Hey Gerald?"
"What?"
"Why do we have such pointless conversations?"
"I don't know, man, I don't know."
"Alright, bye."
"Bye."
Then Arnold hung up the phone, and went to bed.
It was more than she had imagined. It was all under construction, but the size of the house was amazing. It had to have been bigger than a downtown city block, and had more than 20 rooms. It made her old house look like a mobile home. She thought to herself, wondering how much of the 30 million he had to spend on remodeling the old mansion, and hoped that Bob would have the sense to think about money management.
She wandered around the house almost aimlessly, but underneath she was actually looking for her own room. Maybe Bob had forgotten her. He usually does. She played over a scene in her mind:
"Oh, Olga. Where've you been, young lady?"
"At SCHOOL, Bob. Where else would I be on a WEEK DAY??"
"Oh, right. Say, I forgot to build you a room, but you can camp out with the monitor lizard in the dog house."
"Fine dad."
"Olga, you're home!"
"Oh, yes daddy, I am home! Oh, baby sister, how are you?"
"Just FINE, except I have to live in a DOG HOUSE."
"Oh, that reminds me Olga, your room is this way! I built it especially for you! It's three times as big as your old room, and has a Jacuzzi, and…"
Yeah right.
Bob wouldn't forget her like that…or would he?
Tired of thinking about it, Helga looked around some more. Right before she gave up, she found a door with a note on it, addressed to her. It said "Helga - This is your room. Hope you like it. -Miriam".
"It figures, BOB would never bother to write TWO notes to me in one week!" She opened the door, and saw an amazing sight. There were boxes of her stuff in the middle of the floor, and about 400 square feet of floor. And it was all hers.
"Hey, short man, what's shakin'?" Grandpa asked as he walked into the kitchen, carrying a glass of water. Arnold was eating Grandma's latest concoction, which Grandpa had managed to avoid, having dropped it all on the floor for Abner. No one in the boarding house knows what it is.
"Well Grandpa, Helga moved!"
"We-ell, that's great! She'll be out of your hair forever, you'll never have to hear the words "football" and "head" in one sentence ever again, unless you have a freak accident while walking in the park, that is."
"No, Grandpa, she's still in town, she just moved into the mansion on 63rd." Grandpa nearly choked on the water he was drinking.
"THE MANSION ON 63rd??? How the heck did Bob get that much money??" Arnold shook his head.
"I have no idea. It's just…weird, that's all."
"What's weird about it?? If WE had that much money you wouldn't think it was weird!"
"No, I guess you're right Grandpa…but I wonder what she'll be like now. Money can change people."
"But what do you care? I mean, you hate her, right, it shouldn't matter to ya how the money affects her!"
"I guess you're right, Grandpa." Arnold said, still contemplating anyhow. Tomorrow was going to be a very interesting day. Arnold grabbed the phone and called Gerald.
"Hey, Gerald."
"Hey Arnold. Did you see where Helga got off the bus??"
"Yeah, you couldn't miss it."
"I don't believe it. She became a millionaire overnight, man! Pheobe told me all about her house - "
Arnold thought he could almost HEAR him blushing.
"…and she said they were remodeling, and that she had to spend the night at her house last night. I wonder what her room looks like….it's probably HUGE! Wish I had a mansion…"
"Yeah. Me too. So what are you doing for your "special place" project?"
"I don't know yet. Still gotta figure that out."
"Me too. Hey Gerald?"
"What?"
"Why do we have such pointless conversations?"
"I don't know, man, I don't know."
"Alright, bye."
"Bye."
Then Arnold hung up the phone, and went to bed.