Story takes place in the 1920s
This is the story Zorell Dupree, a young twenty year old nurse who moves to the city working for a prestigious hospital. She is a small time girl thrown into the fast-paced world of the city.
Her childhood friend Lel...
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She saw that the outside door was not locked. That must have meant that Miss Kastor or one of the other boarders was there, after all her new landlady was expecting her.
When she walked into the parlor, she found Miss Kastor just as Gavin had said she would be. She was sitting at her piano and singing the old classic I Dream of Jeanie, and her cat was sitting on top of the piano and looked like he was actually listening.
As soon as Pearl finished the piece Zorell clapped her hands. Miss Kastor turned quickly and looked upon the young brunette.
"Oh, there you are," she said and rose from the piano bench.
She was in a cream colored old style dress from the 1800s as she always wore. She had a small cowboy style hat with one single carnation and an off-white feather. If they had been living in 1890 she would have been quite stylish.
"I'm sorry I'm late because my friend who was going to help me couldn't at the last minute, but I was able to get someone else at the last moment."
As soon as she finished her statement Miss Kastor looked up, and Zorell turned her head to see what was behind her. She discovered that Gavin was carrying her trunk and her other bag she had left behind in the car.
"Well, hello, Mister Lorio," Miss Kastor said as he put the heavy truck down.
"Nice to see you too, Pearl," he said, using her familiar name. The older woman looked annoyed by his blatant disrespect. She never would have thought of calling a woman old enough to be her mother by her first name, unless she had her permission. Zorell could see there was some drama unfolding, and she was curious to know what it was.
"So, Miss Dupree, this is your friend?" Miss Kastor asked. She was looking at Gavin as she said it.
"Yes, is there something wrong?" Zorell asked, worried that she had done she shouldn't have.
"Oh, no, dear," she said, changing her demeanor back to the dainty, demure woman Zorell remembered meeting a few days before. "Mister Lorio and I go way back."
Zorell dropped the argument after remembering what he had said about having a relationship with her niece, but she didn't know what her feelings were on the situation, but something told her that it wasn't a pleasant memory for either of them.
"So where should I put this?" Gavin asked and picked up the trunk again. "Upstairs?"
"Hold it right there!" Miss Kastor said, raising her hand in the air to stop Gavin in his tracks. It was the first Zorell heard her voice being less than pleasant. "You know my rule about no men on the second floor."
Gavin put the truck back down again sitting it on its side making it look a lot taller than wide. He leaned his arm on the top and gave Miss Kastor his biggest smirk. "Pearl, think about it, do you think I'm going to let this lovely young lady carry this thing all the way upstairs by herself? That wouldn't be the gentlemanly thing to do."
