I ran in to
Clive today. He’s a nice boy, I was searching for his mother when I ran into
him and he told me that Mrs Harrington was in the music studio. I was
astonished to learn that the Harrington’s had a music room in there cottage, I thought
it’s a rather odd thing to have at a cottage but Mrs Harrington dose love her
music. Clive informed me that the music room is actually in the back of the cottage
because; in his words “His lordship doesn’t care much for music”. I Clive, I think
he is a charming young man but he doesn’t show much pride towards his farther. His
father’s dislike of music worried me as I was practicing my gramophone last
night so I feel bad knowing I may have irritated him during the night. Me and Clive
proceed to talk, he asked me about how his sister tutoring was going, he then
asked me if I lived with my family, I informed him how I actually stayed in a Paddington
that resembled a basement. I then told him how I felt that he and his sister
are my first family; upon learning this he proceeded to tell me that “This isn’t
a family. It’s a tribe of wild cannibals. Between us we eat everyone we can”. His
view on his own family puzzled me as I couldn’t stop thinking what he meant by
this.
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