Highest Rank #61 in Fanfiction! Juliette McGill finds the perfect position as a nanny for a young boy with special needs. Only when she arrives at the family's home in British Columbia, she discovers that the boy is not quite what she expected and t...
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We departed just after lunch the next day. When we climbed into the back seat of the same SUV, Clive did a double take upon seeing Harry. "Hello, Harry!" He greeted with the most enthusiasm I'd heard from him yet. "Look at you, you're all grown up."
I didn't miss the sharp glance that Theodore cast at Clive or the pride beaming on Harry's face. "Hello, Clive, how are you this fine afternoon?" I said in greeting.
Theodore snapped, "Barrows. His name is Barrows." Control freak much?
"I apologize, but he said I could call him Clive as that is his first name," I replied humbly. I wanted to see what Theodore would do in this situation when we weren't alone, face to face.
He actually didn't respond except to tell Harry, "You call him Barrows." Harry nodded in agreement. From the look of pure wonder on his face, I could tell that nothing was going to get him down today.
As we descended the mountain and drove into Victoria, he observed everything his eyes could take in - the sky, the trees, the animals. It couldn't have looked much different than his own back yard but he was seeing it with the eyes of freedom. And the eyes of maturity. I had a feeling he was much more confident now than he'd ever been before when leaving the house, hopefully because I'd given him some permission to own his experiences.
When we drove further into town, he commented on houses and cars, all things that most of us would miss without a second look. "Look at that house! It's green. I like green," he gushed. "And that car - it's so small and orange. Orange is my favorite color." I watched in glee as he absorbed every new piece of information that his brain could possibly process.
It wasn't long before we pulled up to an airport but Clive didn't drop us at a gate for a particular airline; instead, he entered a gate with restricted access and drove to a hanger outside of which sat a small jet. He got our luggage out and onto the cart that was waiting for it, and then he handed the keys to an airport employee.
"Oh, are you coming with us?" I asked.
"Of course," he said with a modest smile. "Boss man needs someone to drive him around in Calgary."
I liked Barrows. He was a bit tough and unemotional on the outside, but I was beginning to see that he had a soft center. "Does he not know how to drive?" I whispered, but Theodore heard me.
"Of course I know how to drive," he spat. "Don't you know it's rude to whisper?"
"I'm sorry," I said as we approached the steps to the plane. "Is this yours?"
"Yes," was his simple reply. He waited for Harry and me to mount the steps to the plane but Harry looked a bit intimidated. "Have you ever flown before?" I asked. He shook his head nervously. "Don't worry, okay? It's very safe and it's a lot of fun." I grasped his hand as we boarded, thankful his first experience with flying would be aboard this luxury jet.
