Hey! If you liked Nanny for Hire, then you'll probably like this because it's the sequel.
Five years. Five years Glinda the Good had waited.
"I'll send you a signal, a message, whatever it takes."
Every morning she woke up hopeful. Every night she went to bed disappointed.
She was starting to lose her faith. She was giving up. It was no use waiting any longer. It was time to move on.
Elphaba Thropp was not coming back for her.
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"Auntie Glinda!" The blonde looked up as Liir, now six years old, entered the room. She smiled.
Elphaba had "forgotten" Liir when she had left all those years ago, leaving Glinda to take care of him. She didn't allow him to refer to her as "mother" for one simple reason: she was not his mother. Elphaba was. And Glinda wanted him to have the chance to meet her someday. So, she was Auntie Glinda.
"Yes?" she asked as the child ran to her. She pulled the boy up onto her lap and kissed his forehead. "What is it?"
"That man is here again." The blonde groaned inwardly. She knew who Liir was talking about.
Sir Chuffery was a persistent man. For months now, he had been trying to convince Glinda to marry him. And she had refused each time, still clinging to the hope that Elphaba would come for her.
"Should I tell him you're busy?" Liir asked, drawing the blonde from her thoughts.
Glinda sighed. "No. I'll see him."
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"Good morning, Miss Glinda. How are you?"
"I'm fine, Sir Chuffery. What can I help you with?"
If you ask for my hand one more time, I'm going to scream.
"I was wondering if you would like to have dinner with me tonight."
Dinner? Is this some new kind of plan to get me to like him?
"Tonight…" the blonde trailed.
"Is tonight a bad time?"
Any time is a bad time.
"Well, it's just so sudden."
And I really don't like you.
"I understand. What about tomorrow?"
Great. I might not even want to wake up tomorrow.
"Actually, I suppose tonight would be fine."
Let's just get this over with.
"Perfect. I'll pick you up at seven."
"Okay. Good bye." Glinda closed the door and leaned against it.
What had she gotten herself into to?
"What did he say?" Liir asked, coming down the stairs.
"Were you watching from the window again?"
"Um… no?"
The blonde smiled. "We're going to dinner tonight."
"Can I come?" The blonde shook her head.
"No, you may not come. Now, go start your studying." Liir crossed his arms and huffed, but went off to his room. The blonde put a hand to her head and sighed. She then went into her study and sat down at her desk. She pulled out a sheet of paper and thought for a while before she started writing.
Elphie,
Things are not as easy as they used to be. That Sir Chuffery, the man I told you about in my last letter, doesn't look like he's giving up anytime soon. And tonight, I'm having dinner with him. I only hope he doesn't try anything.
I miss you, Elphie. When are you going to give the signal? I've been waiting for so long. Or have you already sent it and I missed it? I hope this isn't the case. Also, I just want you to know that this dinner tonight means nothing. I just want that man off my back. I would never dream of betraying you. You know that, don't you?
Your son is growing beautifully. His birthday is in two days. He'll be seven. I remember when he was just a baby, crying in his crib. And when I think of that, I remember you, your broom in both hands, ready to swat the poor thing. It still brings a smile to my face. I wish you could see him now. I wish you hadn't abandoned him.
All in all, I pray you are doing well. I can't wait to see you again. Please, tell me it is soon. I don't know how much longer I can hold out.
With much love,
Glinda
Glinda looked over the letter before folding it and sticking it in the velvet- lined box with all the others she had written. Of course, Elphaba never received any of these letters because Glinda never sent them. She had no ides where Elphaba was, but she wrote these letters every so often. It reminded her of when she played make- believe as a child. Glinda was make- believing Elphaba was receiving these letters.
It distracted her from the hurt she felt every time she was reminded of her love.
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"So, I should be back soon. Be good." Glinda leaned down and hugged Liir before going out the door. The boy watched her leave and as soon as the door had closed, he ran into her study. He liked to poke around in there because he knew that's where Auntie hid things. Maybe he could find his birthday present.
As Liir climbed up onto the chair, his elbow hit a small box and knocked it to the floor. Papers spilled out everywhere.
"Oops." he said before climbing back down. He started gathering them up and was about to put them back in when he noticed his name on several of the papers. He unfolded one and started to read it.
It was Auntie's handwriting. She was writing about how bright he was and how he already learned to read, despite the fact he was four.
Liir furrowed his brow. He was six, not four. This must have been from a while ago. He picked up another letter. He was three in this one.
Liir's interest was now peaked. He continued to shuffle through the letters and discovered something: each letter was to the same person; someone named Elphie.
He picked up another letter and his eyes grew wide.
Your son had grown beautifully… I wish you could see him now. I wish you hadn't abandoned him.
Liir reread those three lines several times. He was so into what he was doing that he completely lost track of the time.
He didn't notice, two hours later, when Glinda returned and found him on the floor, her letters spread about him.
"Liir, what-" She noticed the overturned box and all the letters. "Why are you going through my things?"
The small boy looked up. "Who is Elphie?"
"You shouldn't be here." Glinda said as she started to put all the letters back in the box carefully.
"Why did you hide these?"
"These are my private things." Glinda said, taking the letter out of his hand and putting it in the box. When she had collected them all, she put the lid back on the box and set it back on her desk.
"I think… you should get ready for bed."
"Who is my mother? Why are you writing to her?"
"Go to bed."
"Who is she?"
"Go to bed!" Glinda shouted. She rarely ever shouted at the child, but she was upset. Liir gave her a look, but went up to his room, slamming the door behind him.
Glinda sat down in her chair, her face in her hands. She had known this would happen someday. She just didn't expect it to happen like this.
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"Liir… I came to apologize for yelling at you. I was just… upset. I know you have questions and I'm here to answer them the best I can, okay?"
No reply. The blonde pushed the door open.
The room was empty and the window was open. Glinda ran to it, horrified.
"Liir!"
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Liir wandered through the forest, feeling more frightened than angry. He found himself starting to wish he hadn't run away. Auntie was right; those were her private things. He shouldn't have gone through them. He would go back and apologize. He was about to turn when something caught his eye. At first, he thought it was a scarecrow
That's silly. There wouldn't be a scarecrow in the forest.
He approached it cautiously. When he got closer, he saw that it was not a scarecrow, but a woman, tied up in the same fashion. Liir saw blood and almost fainted, but was intrigued at the same time and got closer.
"Hello?"
No response. Her eyes were closed.
At first, he thought it was a just the moonlight reflecting off the trees, but when he was close enough to touch her, he realized this was not the case.
The woman's skin was green.
End of chapter 1. What do you think so far? Please review and let me know! Thanks!
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