Three:
You and I both know that it is fairly odd to see a person that doesn't look like a man or a woman, for all normal people SURELY look like one or the other. However, the Baudelaire orphans were not at all shocked by the figure standing in the doorway of Genevieve St.Claire's home. This person, who looked like neither a man nor a woman, was a member of Count Olaf's band, a word here that does not mean a group of musically talented or untalented individuals but means a group of filthy scary people determined in ruining the lives of children.
"Am I seeing things?" Klaus asked Violet in a very shaky voice?
"No, Klaus" she replied. "Unless", Violet added, "I'm seeing things too!"
"Pwink!" shrieked Sunny in her baby-voice, which translated roughly into, "I am also positive that man in the doorway is no stranger!"
Genevieve paid the "it" and turned toward the children, lightly shutting the door behind her with a very fashionable high-heeled shoe. She began to walk toward the dining room and the children followed.
"Genevieve…we have something to tell you." Violet said as they walked down the rather large corridor together.
"It can wait, until we sit down together at the dinner table, dahling." Genevieve said as she continued her pace down the hall.
"But…" Klaus protested
"Not another word until din-din!" she answered sharply.
Now you and I would know better than not to listen to a child who was trying to tell us that a member of a villainous group had just been at our front door. Especially a member of a group whose leader was known for murdering people who stood in his way. However, Genevieve St.Claire was not familiar with Count Olaf and his gang of horrible convicts, so we will excuse her for not listening this time. The three Baudelaires must have considered this too, so they just shrugged their shoulders and followed Genevieve to the dining room.
It was a large, marvelous room with a hanging chandelier that shone of crystal and glass. A large table covered in a white silk tablecloth lay in the middle of the room covered with shimmering silverware and candles line along the middle of the table. At each chair there lay a fine china dish and a lilac colored napkin. The wallpaper was covered with beautiful flowers and had a lilac background. As a matter of fact the entire room was in a shade of lilac. Genevieve led the way into the room and placed the take-out containers in the center of the table. She took the top of the containers off and inhaled deeply. "This smells simply fabulous, dahlings! Din-din is served!"
The Baudelaires took their seats at the table and Genevieve began to spoon out food onto their plates. Violet looked down at her food and shrieked when she realized her din-din was moving around on her plate. (Normally it is not polite to shriek at your food, no matter how unappetizing it may appear, but if your din-din is flopping about back and forth on your plate it is acceptable.)
"Violet? What is the problem, dahling? Is something wrong with your food?" Genevieve asked.
"Well" , Violet said trying not to be rude, "It looks very appetizing, but I don't believe its been killed, let alone cooked!"
"Dahling, that's what sushi is! Raw fish!" Genevieve exclaimed laughing at bit at Violet's lack of knowledge. As she shook her head softly she dipped food out onto Klaus' and Sunny's plates. After they watched their food flail about on the fine china, the other two Baudelaire children felt their hunger pains shrink rapidly. Genevieve dipped out something that appeared to be a squid onto her plate and after a few moments of working it onto a fork, she ate the creature whole! This in itself was not polite, for as you and I know it is never acceptable to eat another living creature. However, Genevieve found nothing wrong with this and prepared to eat another one as she dipped her second portion out onto her plate.
"I don't believe I'm hungry anymore!", Violet exclaimed. She stood and ran away from the table without excusing herself, which is even ruder than eating another living creature.
"Excuse, my sister." Klaus said, politely. "She is quite allergic to seafood and it makes her nautious." It was a lie, Violet was not allergic to all seafood, only the Red-Shelled Oyster that lives off the coast of a mysterious island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. I have never seen one myself, but I have heard they are very ferocious and it is no wonder Violet was allergic to them. However, Klaus's lie was only for the sake of not hurting Genevieve's feeling, which is the only reason one should ever lie and then only in the most desperate circumstance. Klaus politely excused himself, and followed his sister.
"Imago!" Sunny said in a very politely tone, which meant, "I'm going to go with my brother and sister, please excuse me." She got out of her chair and crawled after Klaus.
Up in Violet's bedroom. The three children sat on Violet's bed in each other's arms. "Don't be so upset, Violet." Klaus said. "Look at all of the stage blueprints you have to read!" At least we aren't back in Count Olaf's home. There was nothing to read there."
"Niclag!" exclaimed Sunny, which meant "And at least Genevieve doesn't have you locked in a tower in a cage!"
Violet looked down sweetly at Sunny. I suppose both of you are right. We should look on the bright side of this situation. At least now we know we don't like sushi. At this all of the children laughed. After a few hearty moments of laughter they noticed Genevieve at the doorway. She came in and sat down beside them.
"Dahling, I'm terribly sorry about dinner. I had no idea you were allergic to seafood. From now on we'll order Chinese or Tai food. We wouldn't want you to be sick now would be. That would not be the least bit fabulous." Genevieve said as she put her arms around Violet, Klaus and Sunny.
"Oh, I'm fine Genevieve." Violet said. "Thank you for caring, though. You're a much better guardian that Count Olaf, Esme Squalor, or the entire village of V.F.D."
"Well, I want to make it up to you for not having a proper first- night supper. Tomorrow I want you and your darling brother and sister to come with me to work tomorrow. I want you all to be my personal assistants on my new play!", Genevieve said.
"Oh that would be marvelous!" Violet said.
"What is the play, Genevieve?" Klaus asked.
"It's entitled The Grimacing Ghost!" Genevieve replied.
"Bravo!" Sunny shrieked, which translated to, "that sounds like a wonderful play!"
"I have no clue what you just said, dahling, but I'm sure it was something just fabulous! So, it's settled. Tomorrow the three of you will come with me to the theatre."
Genvieve smiled kindly as she got up and left the room.
The Baudelaires looked at each other with wide grins. They were going to be able to help with a play! They were all very interested in what they would be able to do. And as they sat together on the bed they felt deep down that maybe their days of unfortunate events were at an end. However, I am the author of this story, and it pains me to tell you that it was not the end of their days of woe in the least. The Baudelaire's troubles were just beginning.
You and I both know that it is fairly odd to see a person that doesn't look like a man or a woman, for all normal people SURELY look like one or the other. However, the Baudelaire orphans were not at all shocked by the figure standing in the doorway of Genevieve St.Claire's home. This person, who looked like neither a man nor a woman, was a member of Count Olaf's band, a word here that does not mean a group of musically talented or untalented individuals but means a group of filthy scary people determined in ruining the lives of children.
"Am I seeing things?" Klaus asked Violet in a very shaky voice?
"No, Klaus" she replied. "Unless", Violet added, "I'm seeing things too!"
"Pwink!" shrieked Sunny in her baby-voice, which translated roughly into, "I am also positive that man in the doorway is no stranger!"
Genevieve paid the "it" and turned toward the children, lightly shutting the door behind her with a very fashionable high-heeled shoe. She began to walk toward the dining room and the children followed.
"Genevieve…we have something to tell you." Violet said as they walked down the rather large corridor together.
"It can wait, until we sit down together at the dinner table, dahling." Genevieve said as she continued her pace down the hall.
"But…" Klaus protested
"Not another word until din-din!" she answered sharply.
Now you and I would know better than not to listen to a child who was trying to tell us that a member of a villainous group had just been at our front door. Especially a member of a group whose leader was known for murdering people who stood in his way. However, Genevieve St.Claire was not familiar with Count Olaf and his gang of horrible convicts, so we will excuse her for not listening this time. The three Baudelaires must have considered this too, so they just shrugged their shoulders and followed Genevieve to the dining room.
It was a large, marvelous room with a hanging chandelier that shone of crystal and glass. A large table covered in a white silk tablecloth lay in the middle of the room covered with shimmering silverware and candles line along the middle of the table. At each chair there lay a fine china dish and a lilac colored napkin. The wallpaper was covered with beautiful flowers and had a lilac background. As a matter of fact the entire room was in a shade of lilac. Genevieve led the way into the room and placed the take-out containers in the center of the table. She took the top of the containers off and inhaled deeply. "This smells simply fabulous, dahlings! Din-din is served!"
The Baudelaires took their seats at the table and Genevieve began to spoon out food onto their plates. Violet looked down at her food and shrieked when she realized her din-din was moving around on her plate. (Normally it is not polite to shriek at your food, no matter how unappetizing it may appear, but if your din-din is flopping about back and forth on your plate it is acceptable.)
"Violet? What is the problem, dahling? Is something wrong with your food?" Genevieve asked.
"Well" , Violet said trying not to be rude, "It looks very appetizing, but I don't believe its been killed, let alone cooked!"
"Dahling, that's what sushi is! Raw fish!" Genevieve exclaimed laughing at bit at Violet's lack of knowledge. As she shook her head softly she dipped food out onto Klaus' and Sunny's plates. After they watched their food flail about on the fine china, the other two Baudelaire children felt their hunger pains shrink rapidly. Genevieve dipped out something that appeared to be a squid onto her plate and after a few moments of working it onto a fork, she ate the creature whole! This in itself was not polite, for as you and I know it is never acceptable to eat another living creature. However, Genevieve found nothing wrong with this and prepared to eat another one as she dipped her second portion out onto her plate.
"I don't believe I'm hungry anymore!", Violet exclaimed. She stood and ran away from the table without excusing herself, which is even ruder than eating another living creature.
"Excuse, my sister." Klaus said, politely. "She is quite allergic to seafood and it makes her nautious." It was a lie, Violet was not allergic to all seafood, only the Red-Shelled Oyster that lives off the coast of a mysterious island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. I have never seen one myself, but I have heard they are very ferocious and it is no wonder Violet was allergic to them. However, Klaus's lie was only for the sake of not hurting Genevieve's feeling, which is the only reason one should ever lie and then only in the most desperate circumstance. Klaus politely excused himself, and followed his sister.
"Imago!" Sunny said in a very politely tone, which meant, "I'm going to go with my brother and sister, please excuse me." She got out of her chair and crawled after Klaus.
Up in Violet's bedroom. The three children sat on Violet's bed in each other's arms. "Don't be so upset, Violet." Klaus said. "Look at all of the stage blueprints you have to read!" At least we aren't back in Count Olaf's home. There was nothing to read there."
"Niclag!" exclaimed Sunny, which meant "And at least Genevieve doesn't have you locked in a tower in a cage!"
Violet looked down sweetly at Sunny. I suppose both of you are right. We should look on the bright side of this situation. At least now we know we don't like sushi. At this all of the children laughed. After a few hearty moments of laughter they noticed Genevieve at the doorway. She came in and sat down beside them.
"Dahling, I'm terribly sorry about dinner. I had no idea you were allergic to seafood. From now on we'll order Chinese or Tai food. We wouldn't want you to be sick now would be. That would not be the least bit fabulous." Genevieve said as she put her arms around Violet, Klaus and Sunny.
"Oh, I'm fine Genevieve." Violet said. "Thank you for caring, though. You're a much better guardian that Count Olaf, Esme Squalor, or the entire village of V.F.D."
"Well, I want to make it up to you for not having a proper first- night supper. Tomorrow I want you and your darling brother and sister to come with me to work tomorrow. I want you all to be my personal assistants on my new play!", Genevieve said.
"Oh that would be marvelous!" Violet said.
"What is the play, Genevieve?" Klaus asked.
"It's entitled The Grimacing Ghost!" Genevieve replied.
"Bravo!" Sunny shrieked, which translated to, "that sounds like a wonderful play!"
"I have no clue what you just said, dahling, but I'm sure it was something just fabulous! So, it's settled. Tomorrow the three of you will come with me to the theatre."
Genvieve smiled kindly as she got up and left the room.
The Baudelaires looked at each other with wide grins. They were going to be able to help with a play! They were all very interested in what they would be able to do. And as they sat together on the bed they felt deep down that maybe their days of unfortunate events were at an end. However, I am the author of this story, and it pains me to tell you that it was not the end of their days of woe in the least. The Baudelaire's troubles were just beginning.