Chapter 3, Taffia Meets The Seven Minis
When Taffia arrived at the castle, a Confederate soldier met her at the door.
"Who are you?" Asked the Confederate soldier.
"I am Taffia, I am here to take on the position as governist, babysitting the seven minis." Replied Taffia.
"Right this way Madam." Said the Confederate soldier, as he led Taffia into a giant hall, with a long spiral staircase, with a banister at the top, overlooking the giant hall.
"Oh Peter Albany, Taffia has arrived." Called the Confederate soldier, as Peter made his way into the hall from his study. He had brown hair, and was wearing a gray confederate uniform.
"Good day sir." Said Taffia, bowing down to the governor.
"Good day to you too." Said Governor Peter.
"So, where are the minis?" Taffia asked.
Just then, Governor pulled a whistle out of a pocket of his gray confederate uniform, and blew the whistle in different tones, signaling for the minis to come downstairs, and meet their new governist slash babysitter. As Peter blew his whistle, each mini appeared. The eldest mini had blond hair in pigtails, the second oldest, had long messy red hair and glasses, then came a little boy with brown hair, and a little girl who looked identical to him, wearing pink bows in her brown hair, following that, was a little girl with dark purple hair, also in pigtails, followed by a little boy with dark short purple hair, and finally, the youngest, had strawberry red hair. All of the minis, were dressed like their father, in gray confederate uniforms.
Then, Governor Peter did another series of whistles, commanding each mini, to state their name at the sound of the whistle.
"Angelica." Said Angelica.
"Chuckie." Said Chuckie.
"Phil." Said Phil.
"Lil." Said Lil.
"Kimi." Said Kimi.
"Tommy." Said Tommy.
"Dil." Said Dil.
"Wow, I see you are, very, oh, how shall I put it." Said Taffia.
"Orderly?" Governor Peter asked.
Taffia nodded.
Governor Peter then showed Taffia how to use the whistle to command the minis, but Taffia, was not impressed.
"I'll be leaving first thing tomorrow morning, for my trip to meet with the deligates of Great Briton." Said Governor Peter.
"Yes Sir." Replied Taffia.
"I expect you will keep things running, in proper working order, for as starting tomorrow, the minis, are your responsibility." Said Governor Peter.
Taffia nodded, agreeing with what he had to say.
"Oh, and, in your room, you will find a set of clothes for you to wear, as that torn gray dress of yours, will simply, not do." Said Governor Peter.
"But, this is all I have sir." Replied Taffia.
A little while later, Taffia was showed to her room, where a gray confederate uniform was layed out on the bed for her. She took off her torn Nun's dress, and changed into the gray confederate uniform, stashing her guitar and bag of few posessions in a corner.
That night, after dinner, Angelica climbed out of her window, and headed into an allie, where she met up with a red headed boy, who was quite attracted to her. A young six-year-old by the name of Harold Frumkin.
As Harold and Angelica played together, he could tell that Angelica was quite naïve, and offered to help her to grow up a bit. He explained to her that she was five, going on six, and that soon, she would have to leave the confederacy, and be taken care of by the handsome Harold. He concluded, letting Angelica know, that he was six, going on seven, and that he, would take care, of her.
Suddenly, the sun had set, and the moon had risen. Angelica was scared that if she did not head back soon, she would be in trouble, so Harold walked her back to the castle of the Confederacy, where Angelica climbed in through an open window, not realizing she was not in her room, but rather, she was climbing in through Taffia's window.
Taffia was kneeling beside her bed, saying her evening prayers, when Angelica appeared in the room.
"Taffia!" Shouted Angelica.
This startled Taffia, who looked up to see Angelica before her.
"What's going on?" Taffia asked calmly.
"Oh, please, don't tell daddy, he'll put me in time out forever, but I just had the most wonderful time, with the bestest playmate in all of the land, none other than the young, Harold Frumkin!" Said Angelica excitedly.
Taffia put a finger to her lips, shushing the child, for as she didn't want Angelica to get in trouble as much as Angelica didn't want it, and Governor Peter would not be leaving until the next morning.
"So, tell me more about this, Harold." Whispered Taffia in Angelica's ear.
Angelica told her all about him, how he was six going on seven, and vowed to take care of her someday. Taffia saw that Angelica, now five-years-old, was growing up fast, but at the same time, she was still seen to most as a child, and might be forbidden to see Harold, if her father knew. So Taffia agreed, to keep Angelica's secret safe with her.
"Thank you Taffia." Said Angelica, shaking Taffia's hand.
"You're welcome. Now, run along and get to bed." Said Taffia.
"Yes mam." Said Angelica, as she left Taffia's room, and got ready for bed.
Taffia finished saying her evening prayers, which were so rudely interrupted by Angelica's appearance, and tried to go to sleep, but couldn't. She kept thinking about everything she saw that day. How the minis had to wear those hot, itchy, gray confederate uniforms, and how they were treated more like soldiers, rather than minis. Taffia knew one thing for sure. She was going to teach the minis all about music and having fun. Children between the ages of two and five should be having fun, not living like men on the front line. Then, she got her brilliant idea. She saw the curtins on her windows, beautiful turquoise and hot pink curtins, perfect colors for making some play clothes for the minis. So using a small sewing kit she had in her bag, she took the curtins off the windows, and began her work on the play clothes, looking forward to the next several days ahead.
And this, ends chapter 3. Will Taffia succeed in molding the minis into the children they were meant to be? We'll find out, in chapter 4.