Francine The Scream Queen! Chapter 45

Scruba dubba dub, Miriam is in the tubba!

This thought was the one that pervaded Miriams mind as she scrubbed herself clean inside the tub with soap aptly being applied a little there, and alotta here...

After scrubbing her body clean, Miriam lathered her hair with her home made shampoo, before rinsing it out really well.

She wouldn't want white foam or bits to be left peaking out or her strands of hair afterall!

After finishing her bathing activities up, Miriam was going to get out and go get dressed, but she could begin to vaguely hear a racket being made by someone in a few rooms over inside the house.

A somewhat high pitched fervor of shouting and or 'loudly' talking, the voice of the loudest participant was definitely not her father.

It was definitely a womans shrill voice that was getting louder and louder.

By Miriam's own estimates of time, she had probably been in the bath for about an hour and a half.

Deciding to go see the racket in person so as to completely 'appreciate' the wonderful dissonance that was arguing, Miriam stood up and crawled carefully out of the tub.

Hearing the splitter splatter of the water droplets sliding off her body and dropping off onto the hard wooden floor.

Walking over to the shelf, Miriam took the towel and proceeded to thoroughly dry off her now squeaky clean body.

After drying her body, she started to wring out her hair with her hands until no more water could be easily squeezed out from wringing her hair with both hands.

Using the same towel that she had dried her body with, Miriam used it to expertly dry off her not so long hair.

Her hair hadn't yet quite grown in a long enough length, to the point where it could be considered not long hair, but not short hair for a girl.

Dropping the towel to the side, she began to put on her clean clothes in much haste. She didnt want to miss the good show nearby!

Once she was finally finished getting dressed, Miriam looked at herself in the mirror next to the tub still full of her soapy and sudsy bath water.

Nodding her small head in satisfied matter, what faced back at from the other side of the mirror was a cute little girl with wet blond hair and pale colored skin with big blue eyes.

Picking up her used towel and dirty clothes, she put them in her pail along with her used soap bar and dingey looking homemade shampoo that was in an old bottle she had found lying around back at the estate.

Carefully walking over to her boots, she pulled a stool over and leaned on the supporting beam near the bottom of the stool to half sit on while she put her not ruined and clean pair of fresh stockings on. Following that she placed both her feet into a boot each.

Making quick work of lacing them up and tying them both in beautiful little bows, Miriam picked up her pail and went to the door and turned the knob, opening the door and exiting out of the small washroom.

Now in the hall, Miriam walked down it slpwly so as to not seem too unpleasant by running like a wild child or the like.

Passing a few doors, Miriam came to a lathe gathering of the older members of the family in drawing room next to the front main entrance to the house.

Miriam arrived at entrance to the drawing room and saw her father and the woman named Anetta in a tense argument.

Slowly creeping into the room, she tip toed into a corner, almost bumping into someone else in the corner.

'Disaster averted!' Miriam thought to herself internally and let out a small, and almost inaudible sigh of relief from within her small frame.

The other persons identity? Of course it was the grumpy little lost lamb of a little boy that she had brought back to the house earlier that very morning.

Unavoidablely, she made eye contact with the boy, and she didn't know what kind of face to make so she just decided to make a funny face at him.

Seeing as he looked abit tense, she pulled the skin around under her eyes down, and stuck out her tounge and touched it to the tip of her nose, and looked at her nose with both of her big blue eyes causing them to look cross-eyed.

The boys face looked very confused for a minute before he let out a child like smile, one that was most befitting of his young age.

After stopping the distortion of her cute facial features, her face returned to normal once more.

Turning her head and attention back to the scene going on, Miriam decided to enjoy it.

It was at most, only up to parr with old cable TV reruns 20 years after they aired, but entertainment was surely just too hard to come by in this day and age. Therefor Miriam would relish this chance.

"What do you mean it's your right? What happened to the other servants I payed for, to be in this household and help it run properly?

We shall see the truth when George returns to me with his findings." Mr. Stuart barked to the whole assemble of characters in the room.

Briefly he met eyes with Miriam, but he quickly decided to pretend she wasn't there for the moment.

He needed concentration after all!

"I"m sorry that we took one of your servants without your permission. But surely we didn't expect that wild child to run off into the wilderness and meet with unfamiliar men." Anetta said as she looked toward Francine as if seeking her approval for the words she was speaking to them all.

"Excuse me, do not insult my little madam like that. Miriam is an upright little girl and she even saved this little boys life.

Surely she was doing gods good work. What right do you have to insult the proper daughter of noble lineage? To help some illegitmate girl who has no manners? Perhaps you should check your own place and standing in society. The only reason I went with you is that I was told by you that my master, Mr Stuart, ordered me to help and accompany you both woth shopping. But as we all well know now, that eas nothing but abunch of lies! How can you call yourself upperclass, let alone middle-class, with this kind of behavior! " Beatrice butt into the conversation at this point and spat out these words of truth with righteous fury.

"What did you say about me! Stop defending that little spawn of a trollop! Father you must take my side and disown this daughter of a whore!" Francine screamed out at the top of her lungs.

Nathanial who was standing next to his father, Mr.Stuart, noticed his fathers face contort with genuine rage.

Oh no!

"Francine, have I ever said to you that your actually my daughter? Francine, did you think I married your mother was always just away on 'business'?"

When Mr. Stuart said these words, Francine itmediately stopped having her fit of hysteria and looked at him as if confused.

Then, she shook her head as if to reassure herself of her standing.

"Fine, I am sorry for insulting my little sister. But father, don't take things so far. I've always been your daughter! I am willing to allow her presence as long as she knows her palce and is willing to do chores around here to help out. After all, I may be getting married soon father...I can't very well go to my future husbund with rough calluses on my beautiful hands. Think of what the others will say about our family..."

Miriam let out a little giggle, causing everyone in the room to turn and look at the little girl.