And what I said was true, for look what’s happened now! I told Madam that Miss Angelica was not behaving herself, but would she listen to me?
And now Miss Angelica’s in trouble with the police, who accuse her of stealing drugs. I know it’s hard to believe, she’s not yet fourteen. But that one has always been trouble. Trouble from the word go, if you ask me. Not but what she hasn’t had the benefit of her station in society. Madam has poured money into her like I don’t know what. She’s had everything. Nice clothes, fine food and expensive education. Is she grateful?
She was always sulky that one, never happy in herself if you know what I mean. From a tiny child she was like that. Always fretful. She used to scream and carry on as a baby. Lord, what that poor woman had to put up with, that came to nurse her. If she wasn’t screaming her head off, she was grizzling. You’d think she’d grow out of it, but no.
As she got older, she got worse. She got sly. She would pull other girls hair, and then fib about it to her mother. She always had excuses, always had ways of making out that they were at fault. And Madam used to believe her! I ask you. The few times that Madam did put her foot down, the carrying on that went on was nobody’s business. She would literally throw herself on the floor and kick and scream until she got her way. I could see Madam’s hair growing grey before my eyes.
They sent her away to school, some expensive school for young ladies that provided classes in horse riding, ballet and that sort of thing. But no one would have her. She must have gone through five schools since the age of eight. And now this. I don’t know what Madam is going to say, it will break her heart.
–Cynthia Haggard writes short stories, novels and poetry. During the day, she is a medical writer and has recently opened her own business. For more on her creative writing, go to spunstories. For more about her medical writing services, go to clarifyingconcepts. (c) 2009. All rights reserved.