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Jul. 26th, 2009 08:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fiery_ringHer father and grandmother failed to notice the broken drain pipe. She managed to have a quiet word about fixing it with Harris, though he was more displeased than she had anticipated.
"You might be a good climber, but this house is not designed for outdoor climbing." he says, unusually sharply. "What were you doing up there?"
Carlotta comes clean - that she was sneaking into Michael's room to look for information. Harris grimaces.
"For goodness sake, if you want keys, ask." he says wearily. "You're allowed to go anywhere in this house except your late grandfather's study, I told you that."
He heads outside to look at the drainpipe. Carlotta tells her father she's walking to the shop, then sets off into the village phone booth. With uncle Michael's number in hand, and her heart pounding, she calls it.
"Hello, may I speak to Mr Michael Brown?" she asks tentatively.
"That's me." The voice is more casual than her father's, though with similar accent. Carlotta goes through what she rehearsed in her mind.
"My name is Carlotta Maria Brown. I'm your niece."
There is a pause, then a 'Hm' noise from the other end.
"I was wondering when I'd hear from you. Your father know you're calling me?"
"No, he doesn't."
"Ha! You're just like him, ever the detective. We should meet in person. Do you know the Green Rose cafe?"
"Yes."
"Meet me in there tomorrow at twelve. Don't tell your father or grandma, okay? Probably shouldn't tell Harris either."
"All right, thanks."
"No problem. You're owed more than your father's likely to have let on. Take care lass."
Carlotta says goodbye and hangs up.
"You might be a good climber, but this house is not designed for outdoor climbing." he says, unusually sharply. "What were you doing up there?"
Carlotta comes clean - that she was sneaking into Michael's room to look for information. Harris grimaces.
"For goodness sake, if you want keys, ask." he says wearily. "You're allowed to go anywhere in this house except your late grandfather's study, I told you that."
He heads outside to look at the drainpipe. Carlotta tells her father she's walking to the shop, then sets off into the village phone booth. With uncle Michael's number in hand, and her heart pounding, she calls it.
"Hello, may I speak to Mr Michael Brown?" she asks tentatively.
"That's me." The voice is more casual than her father's, though with similar accent. Carlotta goes through what she rehearsed in her mind.
"My name is Carlotta Maria Brown. I'm your niece."
There is a pause, then a 'Hm' noise from the other end.
"I was wondering when I'd hear from you. Your father know you're calling me?"
"No, he doesn't."
"Ha! You're just like him, ever the detective. We should meet in person. Do you know the Green Rose cafe?"
"Yes."
"Meet me in there tomorrow at twelve. Don't tell your father or grandma, okay? Probably shouldn't tell Harris either."
"All right, thanks."
"No problem. You're owed more than your father's likely to have let on. Take care lass."
Carlotta says goodbye and hangs up.
