Our next job is to do the days worth of dishes.
Personally, I'd rather shoot myself.
We report at the kitchens at ten o clock at night, once all the chefs and servants have gone home. We are given eight bars of soap, two sponges and one large sink. And a million quadrillion dishes.
But the fact I'm most peeved about is that I'm tired as hell, and Abner expects me to be a good little girl and do the dishes with Jonesie.
Needless to say, I show up in a completely vile mood.
Jones looks like he just woke up, and is blinking like an owl. I hypothesize that he was sleeping with little 'Miranda' again, the arrogant bastard.
I fill the sink with water, sticking four of the eight soap bars in it to get it nice and soapy. I begin to scrub the first dish while Jones works on the second. It's so tantalizing, the thought of breaking all these dishes in half.
Jones, for reasons I really don't know, is talking to himself, marveling at the 'craftsmanship' of these plates. I look at the plate in my hand, expecting it to sing a song or something. But all I see is a porcelain plate with horrible painted flowers on the ridges.
Jones is telling himself that they are Persian Artifacts. It figures, most of the stuff in this damned house are artifacts. His enthusiasm over a common household thing is aggravating me, so just to see how he responds, I drop a plate on the floor.
This wasn't planned, mind you. I tripped over my own feet and somehow, my wish to do Jones ill will came true. The reaction was instantaneous. He got this look on his face as if he lost a child and began picking up at the pieces.
I, not bothering to apologize, picked a few pieces up as well, and in the process, cut my finger open.
"Shit." I mutter, sucking the blood that is dripping from the cut. Not like vampire sucking, just get-this-nasty-ass-blood-off-me sucking.
Jones looks over at me, and for a minute, I think he's going to ask me if I need a bandage. He opens his mouth.
"How could you break this? Why?"
My hopes plummet from the sky and I decide that it is time to leave. I storm out into the backyard and climb up my tree faster than a spider monkey. Damn Abner and his rules, I want to be up here and so I will be.
And it turns out, to my unfortunate luck, Jones wants to be up here to.