Friday, February 02, 2007
New Beginning 206
It's just wrong, Melissa thought. She gazed at the green lawns flashing by the car, lying under bright sunlight and blue skies. December should to be cold, dreary and snowy.
December is when people celebrate Christmas and Hanukah, when nights are crisp and trees are leafless. Not this cheery California setting. The 10-year-old sighed and leaned against the car door, her chin in a hand.
"So where is it?" Danielle groused, pushing an excited brown-and-white mutt off her lap. "Where's this great house you told us about?"
"We're almost there," her father replied with an amused smile.
Melissa glanced at her 16-year-old half-sister, hugged the panting mutt and then returned her gaze to the scene outside. A man in long shorts strode after a leashed dog along the sidewalk. Shorts! She snorted. In December.
A few more turns, and her father drove into the driveway of a single-storied home behind yet another lush lawn. "This is it," he announced.
Even worse than I thought. Melissa squeezed her eyes shut. Home should be in an apartment building. Twenty stories, minimum. And a doorman.
When she opened her eyes, everything was still the same, only worse. Her father was pulling the luggage out of the trunk, Danielle was curled in a fetal position on the floor of the car, and the anonymous mutt had somehow gotten out and was peeing on the lawn.
She joined her father and picked up the lightest suitcase. “What’s so great about this house, anyway? Looks squashed to me.”
Her father’s eyes twinkled at her. “It’s not exactly the house, honey. It’s more the staff that goes with it.” And he gestured as the front door opened.
“Oh, gosh, ohmygosh, ohmygosh, is it really him?” Melissa’s squeal could have been heard back in New York City. Even Danielle poked her head out of the car to see what was up. Melissa just smiled up at the face, familiar from a dozen posters in her bedroom.
Who needs snow, when your butler is Orlando Bloom?
Opening: Kathy Lee Scott.....Continuation: Tia Nia