When we got to town there were two visitors waiting for us. More house guests? Did they have jobs? Would I go broke? What happened to my calm, predictable life before Treacle came...and Harriet...and now.... Sigh.
Treacle, sensing I was quickly nearing the end of my rope (I was already figuring out how much it would cost to ship her back to England), introduced me to Mr Tut, the real estate agent who sold her and Harriet their house. Then Harriet, who was jumping up and down this entire time (a rabbit thing?) said, "Huckleberry, come meet my cousin Chubby." "Ahem, Harriet, I prefer to go by Checkers now. Hello, I'm Checkers DeFacts, an accountant from England. Our family used to call me Chubby when I was young," said the dapper rabbit sporting a bow tie.
Wow. What did all this mean?
"Are they staying with us too?" I asked in confusion.
"No, no, they're here for a business meeting. We have a few details to iron out and then we have a proposal for you," Treacle assured me.
"Run off to the museum right now while we talk business with these two," advised Harriet.
And so I did. I wonder what this is all about. What are Treacle and Harriet up to now?
When I attempted to talk to Harriet and Treacle about getting gainful employment they told me they had "A Plan." Hmmmm....
Then I asked them where they got the house. It seems that some airhead doll lost her modeling gig and had to back out on this, her 14th home. They got it for a steal. After that scrumpy incident I do not like the word steal used in conjunction with Treacle but Harriet showed me the deed all nice and legal. One new home for $2.50. Okay, so where did you get the money?
Harriet told me to ask no questions, she'd tell me no lies and to get a move on it because we were taking the train to town. We are? And we did.