Clean Up Before She Comes. A Kurt Cobain Story.

Clean Up Before She Comes. Part 2.

I walked out of Dan’s driveway, and stood on the pavement waiting for the bus. I felt annoyed that I had gone through all the trouble of getting here, only to discover that Jess didn't really need me. I had plenty of things to do at home and didn't like the idea of wasting a Saturday morning in the Ritchie Rich parts of Seattle. As I stood there, the gate to the house next door opened. A little girl, maybe a year old, ran as fast as she could out of the little opening in the gate.

Then, everything happened so fast. The car speeding down the street and the little girl chasing her ball. The next thing I remembered was holding the little girl in a firm grip. "Frances! Oh my God! Frances!"

A blonde woman came running out of the gate, toward me and the little girl. She lifted her up, and held her in her arms. Frances looked confused, and started to cry. I watched the woman, as she held her little girl in her arms. There was something strangely familiar with her. Finally, the girl stopped crying. The woman put her down, and turned to me. "You saved my daughter’s life man." She said. "If it hadn't been for you, she would have been run over."

The woman threw her arms around me. I stood there uncomfortable frozen in place, I didn’t know whether to hug her back or push her off. Then she noticed the startled look on my face, and started to laugh. "You must think I'm crazy." She said. "In addition to the worst mother ever of course"

"I don’t. It’s fine, she’s just a kid" I assured her. "And they're so fast, it could happen to anybody."As she held out her hand I noticed faint track marks on her arm. "I'm Courtney, Courtney Love" She said. I shook her hand. "I'm Clem, Clementine but Clem."

In that moment, something clicked in my mind, and I realised who they were. I have read enough articles in Rolling Stone magazine to know that the woman standing in front of me was none other than the wife of Kurt Cobain, and the little girl I had saved, was his daughter, Frances. "I was interviewing possible candidates to find a nanny for Frances." Courtney said. One of them was about to leave, and I opened the gate. Before I knew it, Frances was gone."

An elderly woman showed up behind Courtney at the gate. "Is everything all right Mrs.Cobain?" she asked. "Yeah .Thank you for stopping by Mrs. Robertson. I'll get in touch with you." Courtney said. The old woman smiled, nodded, and disappeared down the street.

Courtney lowered her voice. "It's impossible to find a suitable nanny." She mumbled."I have been recommended a lot of nannies, but they're all so fucking old." She said. "It's a good thing they have experience, but Frances needs someone who can play with her and follow her around." I nodded to show I was listening "That sounds reasonable." I said.

Courtney smiled. "My husband thinks I'm hopeless for making such fuss about it, but I just need to find the right one. He thinks we don’t need a nanny, but the two of us isn’t enough you know?" I smiled. "I completely understand."

I leant down to talk to Frances. "Are you OK sweetie?" "Yes." The little girl answered, and smiled shyly at her."My name is Clem." She said. "I'm very glad that you're OK. You have to promise me to be careful when you play near the streets. Can you do that?" Frances nodded. "Yes." She said again. "Good." I got up, and smiled to Courtney. "Thank you so much Clem." Courtney said again. "We were so lucky that you were here. If there's anything I can do for you, just tell me."

I smiled. "It's ok. Don't worry about it. I'm just glad she is all right." I turned around to go, when Courtney called after me. "Clem! This might sound stupid, but are you by any chance available for an interview? About the job as a nanny?"

I did a silent excited scream then turned around. I went through the possibilities in my head. I could politely decline, or… I could let Courtney interview me. For months I had been hoping, praying, waiting for something to happen, and waiting for a change. It didn't take long for me to make up my mind. "Yes." I smiled. "Yes, I am."

Courtney smiled. "Good." She said. "You better come inside then." She gestured towards the gate. I smiled, as I followed her. Maybe this Saturday morning wasn't wasted after all?

 

 Thank you EmmaBurns8, if it wasn't for your comment I wouldn't of continued this story. Thanks for your encouragement :)