Okay, I want to make more POV chapters. So here's a tester. ENJOY!
CH3: Interviews & Schemes
Morticia's POV:
"So, you four are from where," I asked.
"We are from a small French-Canadian town," Celeste said in a sweet French accent.
"Oui, we will do our best to watch over the little ones while you are away," Charlayne said, sweetly.
"Now, how old are the four of you, if you don't mind my asking," I said.
"Sure," Hyacinthe said, "I am 70, my sister here is 66, and Celeste and Charlayne are both 15."
"Yes, we try to speak as little French as possible," Juliette said, "To improve our English."
"Well, one more question," I said, "We need sitters for three kids, and there's four of you. How are you going to work with that?"
"One of us will be a floater," Charlayne said.
"Then you got the job," Gomez said, "We will pack up today and tomorrow. We leave Thursday. My brother, Fester, will stay behind to also help. He can't handle Pubert, Wednesday, and Pugsley."
"Oh," I said, "One more thing. The children are always trying to kill each other. Don't be alarmed. It never really works."
"Alright," Celeste said. She smiled. I swear there is something about Celeste's smile that was so familiar. Even her complexion, hair, eyes, and face reminded me of a familiar person. But who did she look like? It wasn't Debbie. Who was it? I just couldn't put my finger on it.
Caitlynne's POV:
I decided to read Deale's old diary for some reason. I opened it and looked at her last entry. August 22nd. Ten months ago. I figured that she hated writing as much as I do. But I see that she wrote something today. She wrote two pages worth, which was super ultra-rare for Deale. Her handwriting was exquisite. I loved it.
June 24th,
Gomez and Morticia left for their third honeymoon. Leaving me, Catty, Mother, and Auntie Abigail left to care for the 3 little freaks, Wednesday, Pugsley, and Pubert. Gomez's brother Fester is here to. He kind of resembles Gordon, in a way. Caitlynne and Auntie Abigail say that the freak is actually Gordon. I believe them. Catty and Auntie never lie to me. Mother even said that Fester is Gordon. I hope Gordon knows that he isn't Fester Addams. I don't know. If he loses his memory again he'll know where he belongs. So we're all French baby-sitters now. My name is now Charlayne. Catty's is Celeste. Auntie Abigail's is Hyacinthe, and Mother's is Juliette. I feel like one day, those freak show kids will kill us while we look for the vault. Catty says she knows how to get into the vault. I don't think she does. Caitlynne Abigail Anna-Louise Craven, if you're reading this draw the lever, draw me the route, and write down the combination to the damn vault. Until then, I won't believe you. Oh, and tell me the meaning of the combo. And the liquor bottle. I want that money just as badly as you, Mother, and Auntie Abigail do. SO GET CRACKING AND DO WHAT I SAID. And can you screw up Gordon, too, so he remembers who he is, and whom he's been dealing with? Love you!
Danielle "Deale" Abigail Anna-Louise Craven!
I knew what I had to do. I wrote down everything she wanted in my best handwriting.
Hey Deale! It's Caitlynne here. This is what book you need to pull Greed. The lever looks like this any ordinary lever, but it's the longest wooden one.
After you go down the slide this is the route. DO NOT SWIM IN THE WATER! Get in the boat. Make a left, left, right, right, left, right, and the combination is Gordon's eyes, fingers, and toes. The numbers are 2, 10, and 11. Then, when you enter, go to the spot with the liquor. Pull the cork off of the Scotch, 3rd from the right, and stuff yourself with gold, gold, GOLD!
Love Always,
Caitlynne "Catty" Abigail Anna-Louise Craven!
There. I remembered it all so easily. Especially since it's been two years. Well, I hope she finds the vault. If not, it's all up to the alumni to find it. I knew somehow Deale would find it. She was always good at that. But finding the vault would be pretty tricky.
Danielle's POV:
"Deale," Caitlynne called.
"Yeah," I replied back.
"Mother and Aunt Anna have the kids eating breakfast," Catty said, "Fester is there, too, and Lurch is outside. We need to get to the vault. Come on."
"Catty, did you read it," I asked. She knew I was talking about my diary.
"Yeah, Deale," Catty answered, "I wrote down everything. Now, the book is Greed." Obviously, Caitlynne had done this before, or she would have not known the book's name. We both went down the long Jersey Winder stairs. Next came the levers.
"Now," Caitlynne explained, "You'll know when you pull the right lever. The right lever will make you fall down. All the others pull you up." I knew she pulled the right lever, because we fell onto a huge metal slide. We landed with a thud onto an Italian boat. Caitlynne rowed it straight to the vault.
"What's the combo," I asked.
"Eyes, fingers, toes," Caitlynne said, "2, 10, 11." She dialed in the three numbers and entered in the vault.
"Is it behind here," I asked as I looked at the liquor table.
"Yes," Catty answered, "The liquor is scotch. The third from the right." Catty pulled the cork, and we revolved around in a half-circle to an area full of gold and riches.
"Holy hell," I said.
"I know, right Deale," Catty said, "Start stuffing your pockets, and if I were you, put as much as possible in your mouth, too. Try not to puke." We stuffed our clothing and mouths with gold.
Abigail's POV:
"Well, what did you get from the vault," I asked my daughter and niece in the hotel room we lived in. They both untucked their shirts, pants, socks, and took off their shoes.
"Anymore," Anna asked. Deale and Catty spit out a fountain of gold from their mouths and raced to the bathroom. I could tell they were going to puke. Anna and I laughed because we had some riches, and we were about to get a hell of a lot more.
Caitlynne's POV:
I have never felt so sick in my life. Deale and I did the right and wrong thing. My stomach hurt so badly. That gold didn't taste so good. Lucky enough we somehow managed to keep it in our mouths. Deale looks so pale. She's writing. I don't know what, but she is. Hopefully, she'll let me read it. I decided to write, too. We shared a diary. I read Deale's entry.
June 24th,
I feel like a piece of crap. I feel good and bad after shoving gold in my mouth. Good, because it was more money. Bad, because I'm sick to my damn stomach. I need at least five liters of ginger ale. Get some for Catty, too. Caitlynne Abigail Anna-Louise, if you're reading this, can you please set Gordon straight? He's been acting like Fester freaking Addams for two years. It's time he goes back to being Gordon Joseph Craven. He cannot and will not stay as Fester Addams in the presence of Deale Craven. I know you're tough enough. I can't help you. Gordon is your brother, and my cousin. Brother beats cousin by a long run. So do it. Hit him in the head with a frying pan; give him a concussion, JUST DO SOMETHING TO GET HIS MEMORY BACK! He is not done with us. More-so you and Aunt Abigail. Ugh. I can feel more coming on the way. Mother, take it away. Take it all away. I gotta go or I'm gonna hurl all over this. Bye.
Danielle "Deale" Abigail Anna-Louise Craven aka Charlayne Babineaux.
Deale has never looked so pale in her entire life. That's how you can tell we're sick. When we're paler than the whitest of whites. I felt like I was gonna die. I decided to write in the diary. For once.
June 24th,
Do I get a compensation for getting sick on the job? Deale and I are literally on the verge of puking our guts out. It hurts so bad. I want to cry, but I don't want Mother to hear me. It'll break her heart. I know how sensitive she is with criers. She'll start crying, then Aunt Anna will start crying, then the world ends. Ugh. Does anybody have some ginger ale? If you do bring me at least ten liters of it. I'm in some desperate need of some. So is Deale. Anyway, we pulled of acting as French Maniacs, but Morticia Addams kept looking at Mother and me funny. I know why. She thinks we are Greta Pinder-Schloss and Anneleise Pinder-Schloss. Which we WERE. But now we're Celeste and Hyacinthe Babineaux. We also have Juliette and Charlayne Babineaux. This scheme should be better than the last. Caitlynne Craven isn't through. I still have to get stupid Gordon back. He needs to realize who he is. He is NOT Fester Addams. He is Gordon Joseph Craven. I don't know how I'll get him back, but I will try somehow. Caitlynne shall prevail.
Caitlynne "Catty" Abigail Anna-Louise Craven aka Celeste Babineaux.
I have to go and set Gordon straight. It's the only thing to do. I won't need Deale, Aunt Anna, or Mother. I can do this alone.