Beauty and the Basement

Beauty and the Basement — page 9
2 Told by Belle I can’t imagine what’s keeping Dad I think as I sit in my bedroom Well sort of my bedroom It was Dad’s office until my room upstairs sprung a leak in the ceiling Now I sleep in Dad’s office Not that he needs it His business went belly-up two years ago when one of his planes crashed in the middle of the Pacific Ocean It was carrying most of the company’s merchandise When it was lost Dad was responsible He went bankrupt Since then we’ve lived modestly This once magnificent brownstone on one of the most beautiful blocks in the city is crumbling But tonight I feel hopeful Dad had an important meeting out by the ocean near the big homes and the cute villages with fudge shops The phone rings and I dive to grab it Dad