I'm starting to wish that I'd eaten the oatmeal Lorina made for me this morning. If I had eaten Lorina's muck, that she claims is oatmeal, then I wouldn't be hungry right now. I'm really not looking forward to lunch, though.

Saturday lunches in my family are usually spontaneous affairs. Meaning, the family doesn't all sit down together at the same time for lunch. Saturday is when we can choose to eat at whatever time we want without having to wait for anybody to get to the table. Unfortunately, today is Friday, not Saturday.

Maybe, if I had eaten Lorina's oatmeal, instead of poking at it with my spoon, I would be sick right now. And if I were sick with a stomachache, I wouldn't have to sit down and eat lunch with the family. Goodness, why didn't I realize Lorina had given me a way to keep her secret better?

Ok, maybe I'm giving Lorina too much credit. I don't think she purposefully planned to get me sick with her disgusting oatmeal. A lot of thought and arrangement would have had to go into that and come on, we're talking about Lorina. But, could it be possible that Lorina made that horrendous oatmeal because she knew I wouldn't actually eat it?

It could make sense. Lorina made gross oatmeal, which she knew I wouldn't eat because she wanted me to be to be hungry right now. No, I shouldn't blame my hungriness on Lorina and her terrible cooking abilities.

But, it doesn't make sense at all. Maybe Lorina wanted lunch to start earlier then normal. Mother and Father will only start lunch early if I ask them to.

I'm still not sure if it's possible that Lorina made breakfast because she knew I wouldn't eat, just so I would be hungry sooner, and have to ask mother and father to start lunch at an earlier hour so as to take care of my stomach. But, if she wants lunch at an earlier hour, then why doesn't she just ask Mother and Father to start it earlier herself?

If Lorina asked Mother and Father, then I wouldn't have to. I'm really hungry and I need to have lunch; that or I need to find a way to make my stomach stop making these ridiculous noises. Why is Lorina making me do it? I don't get it.

Ok, maybe I'm getting a little carried away here. Lorina was probably just bubbly about her engagement and decided to make the maid and me a bowl of oatmeal out of happiness. There is no way that she planned all that so lunch would be started earlier. Why would she want lunch earlier anyways? Lorina probably doesn't care what time lunch gets started.

But still, it sort of makes sense that Lorina planned for me to get lunch started early. She knows Mother and Father will start the meal early if I ask. And she knows that I have to have food when I get hungry. So, it would make perfect sense if Lorina planned all this.

Goodness, I can't believe that I'm actually walking to father's office to ask if lunch can be started earlier then normal. Why do I have to be so hungry? Why didn't I just eat the oatmeal?

A/N

Alice is starting to use her brain! LOL, do you think Lorina's that clever?

So, I felt like writing a short chapter about oatmeal. Ain't I just awesome? Oh, and if you are enjoying this story, then I strongly urge that you go and check out my Beta Reader's, foreverTEAtime, stories. Seriously, people she is a true mastermind, so if you enjoy this story then you will truly love her poems.

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B/N

Huzzah! It only took me two days to get this one done. But in all honesty I only checked my E-mail today so it's actually like one day. You know; if we're being all fair and what-not. =D

I do, in fact, think Lorina is that devious. She made Alice stick those leeches in Josie's stockings after all. A sister who can plan that far ahead just to hurt a maid for fun, can plan that far ahead to conceal her engagement . . . . Or unveil it. She might be trying to gather everybody together to break the news.

And isn't Carmie Dear the sweetest? She's telling all of you that you should read my poems, when in fact, you should be reading hers! (Her stories that is) *turns thoughtful* Or maybe it's all a conspiracy. Maybe she's telling you all to read my poetry because then you'll think I'm crazy and you'll all turn me in to the authorities. *backs away slowly* I'm not crazy! *eye twitches* I can prove it! *holds out paperwork* See? I've only been hospitalized 10 times!

*cough*

I swear that wasn't me. That was my evil twin. . . . Bethany! Yeah, my evil twin Bethany likes everybody to think I'm crazy. She's just in denial that she is in fact the crazy one. But one day. . . . Yes one day, I will make her see. *cackles crazily*

But seriously why didn't Alice just go get something to eat from the kitchen? Like an apple or a peach. Anything to tide her over . . . . . I'm afraid we will never fully understand Alice's schizophrenic mind. *shakes head sadly* Just kidding! We all know what she went through was real. Really, really, real.

Bitty bye, Lovelies!