Chapter 1 Part II

As requested by my lovely girlfriend, I will make this post shorter.

But first the quote of the day:"Come on, come on big boys. Come on coky little English Man. Why don't you come over and let me give you a cup of tea? Come on! Come over and have a cup of tea and a biscuit. We'll meet tomorrow sweetheart!"

Now the continuing saga:

But Tura, being the good-hearted boy he was found light even in the darkest of circumstances. Tura’s light was that he had a friend. One friend, and only one. But in Tura’s eyes one friend is all a boy would need to be happy.

Her name was Ms. Penniworth, Tura’s friend and Famba’s wash-maid. Well in all honesty Tura wasn’t sure he could call her a friend, seeing that Famba forbade all of the staff to speak to Tura. But sometimes Ms. Penniworth would give the hint of a smile to Tura when Famba would scratch her bottom like a baboon. Sometimes on wash day Ms. Penniworth would even slip him a small chocolate truffle, right under his pillow. So in Tura’s mind she was a friend.

Nevertheless, Tura, whenever he was feeling sad would think about Penniworth and the smile she shared with him, and it made him feel all warm in the cheeks.

“Aren’t we there yet Archibald? I say, we have driven for hours here.” Famba scuffled.

It was true, the gloomy threesome had been driving since the wee hours of the morning. There was hardly any clear sign as to their destination. Tura was unsure as to where they would be going, all he knew was the further they drove, the less familiar the village homes looked.

“Oh would you look at that monstrosity Archibald. I tell you if I were driving this car I’d run right over that statue of Gillenbrek. Such a waste of space. Honoring the natives of this dreadful village. If they had any class here they’d erect a statue to someone with noble blood. Not those... those... bathwater skins.”

Tura became drowsy and couldn't recall much of anything. He did remember waking up and hearing Famba ramble on saying things such as “Miserable weather.” “I told you to pack the handle bag.” and “Pathetic people, I wish I could break their knees.”

When Tura had awaken from his rest he heard Famba gust, “He’ll be here any moment, I know he will.”

“Who will?”

“Shut up you. You’ll be swallowing a cockroach next.”

“I beg your pardon ma’am.”

“I tell you if it wasn’t for the money, I’d never wait this long. Being late is intolerable.”

To be continued...