I don't feel comfortable carrying something that doesn't belong to me. Sure, I'm just delivering a letter to the family maid, but I still don't feel right when I'm holding something that isn't mine. Why did father ask me to give this letter to the maid again?
My curiosity is probably what's making me feel so uncomfortable. The urge to open this letter is making me quite uneasy. It's like staring at a cookie before dinner, I so badly want to have it, but I know that I shouldn't.
Also the fact that the letter is addressed to Josie Nigbits is not helping my curiosity. The name Josie sounds more like a nickname then a real name to me. I want to open the letter, so badly and find out who is calling the maid Josie.
Since when does the maid get mail anyway? The maid has been working at this house for about four years, and she has never received a letter before. Why is it that the first time the maid receives a letter I have to be the one to deliver it?
Maybe it is for the best that I'm delivering this letter. If Lorina were delivering the letter, she would have opened it and would be making fun of the maid before the maid even saw her letter. But, even if I'm the best choice to deliver this letter, I still don't feel comfortable doing it.
I've finally made it to the maid's door and I knock on it. I knock because I don't want to walk in and see something I wasn't meant to see. I'm happy to finally make it to the maid's room. I don't want to carry her letter any longer then I have to.
"The door is unlocked," the maid calls from her room, after I knock a few more times.
"Oh, father told me to give this letter to you," I say as I open the door.
"I got mail?" The maid asks, not looking up from the book she's reading.
"Uh, yeah here's your letter," I say as I hold it up.
The maid puts a feather on the page she's reading and closes her book. Then she sets the book on the table next to the chair she's sitting in. "Oh, Alice, don't just stand in the doorway. Why don't you come in?"
"Ok," I say shyly giving her a smile and walking into the room. I'm so nervous that I hardly moved an inch from the doorway.
"Oh my, Alice, you still have your bed head hair. I thought Lorina was going to braid your hair."
"Yeah, Lorina said she was going to do that later." Lorina did promise to braid my hair, but she couldn't do it this morning because she had to clean all the dishes she took out to make oatmeal. And believe me; that was a lot of dishes.
"I bet she'll forget. That girl isn't responsible enough to remember. And that girl isn't responsible enough to be getting married either."
"Umm…do you want your letter?" I ask trying to change the subject. I don't like hearing about my sister in a negative light.
"Of course. Why don't you read it to me?" I can't believe the maid is asking me to read her letter out loud for her.
"Okay, the envelope is addressed to Josie-"
"Rats, this letter is from my immature, older sister," the maid complains cutting me off.
"I'm sorry." I'm not sure what she exactly wants me to say.
"No, no it's okay. I just hate my sister's nickname for me. Josie! It sounds like a dog's name. Like, here, Josie, here, Boy! Why can't she just call me Josephine?"
A/N
I'm pretty sure that most of y'all reviewers guessed who Josephine was before I wrote this chapter. You may now pat yourself on the back.
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B/N
I'm such a dunce. I seriously did not get that the maid was Josie. You may now all laugh.