Free Live In Position by Sadie Grubor Page A

kitchen to make popcorn and get drinks.
    When I arrived upstairs with the large bowls and the drinks, half of the girls were cleaned up and changed. I could hear the others still in the bathroom. I got to work setting up the movie. We were starting with 'Enchanted', then 'The Princess Bride', and going through a list of movies Victoria requested, though I was pretty sure they wouldn't make it past the second one.
    The blankets and mattresses were all pulled out and gathered in the middle of Victoria's large room. I curled up on a bean bag chair next to Victoria and Laura, at their request. I cheered for the evil queen in 'Enchanted' when she turned into the dragon, and they all tossed popcorn at me. The last thing I remember was the priest in 'The Princess Bride' saying 'twooh love'. When I woke up, I was covered with a fluffy pink blanket and everything was off. I wondered if one of the girls had taken care of everything.
    I pulled the feather boa off of my neck and put the strand of pearls on Victoria's dresser before I walked around quietly picking up the garbage and the bowls. Once they were all collected I went to the kitchen. Along the way to the kitchen I groaned at the mess I would be cleaning up tomorrow, but was also a little surprised it wasn't worse. Sixteen girls can do a lot of damage.
    While I was rinsing out the popcorn bowls I heard a noise behind me and spun around quickly, dropping the sponge on the floor. I clenched my chest and attempted to catch my breath. Dr. Bishop was standing in the center of the kitchen looking around.
    "Sorry," his voice was the normal glacial tone.
    "It's okay. I didn't, uh…I thought you were on a trip." I said in a low tone and picked up the sponge.
    "I suppose you did." He was being very short.
    I rinsed out the bowls and took a deep breath before turning back around. He was closer than before.
    "Is there a particular reason this place is a disaster and there are twenty little girls in my home?" He crossed his arms over his chest.
    "It's just a party for Victoria, for her birthday. I wanted to –"
    "You didn't feel the need to run this past me before you did it?" He spat out.
    "I apologize. I didn't realize you would have a problem with it." I paused and swallowed my anger. "I simply wanted to give her a party with her friends."
    "Her party is tomorrow with my family." He snapped.
    I tried, I really did, but I just couldn't bite my tongue without biting it entirely off and swallowing. And frankly I like my tongue where it is, so I unleashed.
    "A party with children her own age is quite different from an adult tea party. I'm sure she enjoys her time with your family; however, every kid should have a party with children their own age. I will clean up the mess tomorrow and you will never know it occurred." I pushed away from the sink and headed out of the kitchen.
    Once I was in my room, I stripped out of the dress and hung it back up before jumping in the shower. After drying and dressing for bed, I sat waiting again for him to show up and fire me. But just as before, it never came.
    The next morning a stream of nannies arrived to pick up Victoria's friends and I got Victoria dressed for her tea party day. Mrs. Ilene Bishop, Dr. Bishop's mother, arrived around ten in the morning to retrieve Victoria and take her over to her house. It was typically my day off, but while Victoria was gone I cleaned up the birthday mess. Miranda called while I was cleaning and then showed up to help.
    "I can't believe you had a party." Miranda giggled. "I bet he was pissed off."
    "Oh, he was mad, but that just pissed me off."
    "What's strange is he was never around this much when I was living here, I don't know what's going on, but it's just weird." Miranda paused from mopping the floor for a moment, before she shook her head and continued her circular motions.
    "I don't know, but someone needs to pull the glacier out of his ass." I tried to stifle my laughter, but I busted up until I had tears.