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to the arrival of Charlotte and Junior Roterbee. Dr. Willow was usually up by 6.30 am. By 7, he would’ve showered and dressed, all whilst Luchia fixed him breakfast. On a normal day, he would collect the Shorebridge telegraph from the rusted letterbox and consume his breakfast at the large dining room table, alone. Many times, Luchia felt to join him but had learned, from her countless years of servitude, that her master did not like to be disturbed. So, she would eat her own breakfast at the kitchen table and wait until the doctor was finished. He never took long. On days when he was working, Dr. Willow would pace out of the Willow Lodge by 7.45, and on days off, he would disappear into his study, where he would not be bothered for the rest of the day. If it had not already begun to, the arrival of two new visitors would soon transform the dynamics of the large cottage. This morning, Luchia had already added the task of hanging up two new sets of uniform by the twin’s bunk bed, as well as preparing thrice the amount of breakfast, to her busy schedule. At precisely 7 am, the Roterbee’s were awoken by a pounding alarm clock which Luchia had placed on Charlotte’s dresser. They were less than pleased to see murky brown uniform hanging against their beds.
    ‘What an awful combo!’ Charlotte moaned, pulling the mustard coloured over-the-knee socks up her long legs. How any school could permit students to sport such unsightly attire, she would never understand. Junior spent most of the morning laughing at his sister moan over her outfit. He, being a boy, did not need to wear the bright yellow socks but simply modelled the chequered brown blazer and matching trousers. By the time they’d groomed themselves and descended down the stairs, breakfast was already cold and Dr. Willow had already quit the lodge.
    ‘Dr. Willow sez I should wish you a great first day at school,’ said Luchia, handing Charlotte a steaming mug of coffee.
    Charlotte sifted the steam gently, ‘what’s the name of the school?’ she asked.
    ‘St. Andrew’s college.’
    ‘A Catholic school?’ mumbled Junior, biting into a piece of cold toast.
    ‘It has links with ze cathedral ... I will show you all of zese places when we walk down,’ said the housekeeper. Grabbing Dr. Willow’s already-read newspaper and scurrying to Junior, Luchia gasped, ‘look, here you are Mizter Junior!’
    She passed the paper to Junior and pointed at two greyed out figures. Mr. Brown and Junior were shaking hands. ‘Mayor’s daughter Madison Brown saved by local hero.’
    ‘Let me see it!’ cried Charlotte, snatching the paper. She pressed it to her nose and studied the article still, ‘check you, Mr. Hero,’ Charlotte teased, tossing her brother a taunting glare.
    Strangely embarrassed at Luchia’s and Charlotte’s excitement, Junior sighed, ‘women!’
    When Luchia suggested they depart the lodge, Junior was actually pleased to be going to school (as it meant he could escape a house full of hyperactive females).
    ‘Could I have an umbrella, Luchia?’ asked Charlotte, stepping onto the front porch.
    ‘Miz Charlotte, zis has been the hottest autumn we’ve had in many years,’ chuckled Luchia. ‘We have not seen rain for ze past two weeks…ze forecast shows zat we are not due rain until next Thursday.’
    Charlotte twiddled her brows dubiously. ‘I just have a feeling it’s going to rain,’ she muttered, ‘I’m never wrong.’
    ‘If you wish,’ said Luchia, tossing Charlotte a polka-dotted brolly.
    ‘I’ll bet ten pounds,’ challenged Junior, ‘it won’t rain a drop today.’
    ‘Deal,’ muttered Charlotte.
    The walk to St. Andrew’s school took less than ten minutes. From the rising population of youngsters (dressed in tartan blazers) all converging into a narrow black gate, Charlotte could just about tell when they had arrived. The overhead banner read St. Andrew’s school for boys and girls . The Roterbee twins had forgotten what a