Grow Down

Chapter 6
Short, Sweet, and to the Point

Chapter Description: Finally! A chapter that isn't 5000 words long!

C6

“Vho was that?” Helga said as she walked into the room with Joseph.

“Oh, nothing important,” Robbert said.

“Vell, in my country, we believe no new news is sometimes being the best news,”

“You mean, ’No news is good news?” Joey piped up.

“Yes, that be the American expression I suppose,”

“Well why don’t you go run off and play,” Robbert offered, slightly pushing Joseph through a glass door.

“This goes to the dinning room . . .” but Robbert closed and locked the door, leaving Joseph shouting to people that couldn’t hear him.

“Vhat is this about?”

“We have two huge problems,”

“And they happen to be?”

“First, a doctor called. He said that Joey needs to pick a mental age, either his old one or his current one, and the doctor needs to give him the drugs that’ll stabilize his mind, or he could ’destroy himself’,”

“Vhat if we fib for him?”

“No good, the doc said he needs to write a living will,”

“That is being, how do you say, lovely,”

“Yeah, but whats worse is that the kid whom you let in yesterday, Syrus, he’s an orphan and he ran away,”

“An orphan! But he was being such a cutesy boy!”

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Joseph sat in the dinning room, waiting Robbert and Helga talk for about three seconds, then Joey decided to sneak into the room through the door opposite the dinning room. When he opened the door, all he needed to hear was Robbert say that Syrus was lost, and Joey ran off. Joseph stopped for a moment to leave a note on the servant’s note board, and, donning a pair of shoes, he ran out the front door.

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Robbert and Helga stopped their conversation when they heard what could have only been the front door slam shut.

“Joey!” They both said with a dumbfounded stare. Robbert ran straight to the front door and looked around outside, while yelling his master’s name as loud as he could; Helga stopped short; something caught her attention. Robbert came back a few minutes later, panting heavily.

“He’s gone, where could he have possibly gone?”

“Syrus,”

“No, not that lost boy, our lost boy!”

“Syrus,”

“Oh ma, when the Baron family finds out their son is lost in the city of Philadelphia, as an eight year old boy, we’ll be dead,”

“Poor Syrus,”

“Stop it with Syrus! We’ve lost the master!”

“Ve’ve lost the both of them, and ve’ve lost Syrus first. Joey left a note,”

“Let me read it,” Robbert glanced up and down the letter a few times, trying to decipher the simplicity it held.

Helga and Robbert;

Joe

“I don’t understand, who’s he going to see?”

“You be denser then the darkest of my country’s chocolate! He’s going to look for Syrus!”

“Wha, why?”

“You read the letter! The master thinks it be his fault the poor boy left!”

“So what are we gonna do?”

“All we can do,”

“Being,”

“Pray,”

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