Marshall’s tummy rumbling was what woke him up. He sat up, already upset by his hunger. It only took a few seconds before he burst into tears, wailing at the top of his lungs. The door to the nursery opened, revealing two maids, who looked shocked to see him.
“When did a toddler arrive?” one maid asked her friend. The other maid shrugged.
“Lady Christine is very secretive and mysterious.”
“True. True.” The first maid walked over to the crib and picked Marshall up. Promptly, Marshall grabbed at the maid’s breasts. “Hey!”
“He’s probably hungry,” the second maid said. “That’s how little ones behave when hungry.”
“Hungwy!” Marshall sobbed.
“See?”
“Fine, fine. Let’s get this little boy some food,” the first maid said. Hearing that his food wouldn’t be immediately available sent Marshall spiraling again. He cried even louder.
“Here!” the second maid said. Something was popped into Marshall’s mouth. He suckled on the pacifier, already feeling himself calming down. “We better move fast. He might spit it out if he doesn’t get food.”
The two maids brought Marshall through the enormous mansion and into the massive kitchens. The first maid sat down at a table with Marshall on her lap while the second maid busied herself with getting Marshall something to eat. After what felt like centuries, a small plate with banana slices was placed on the table. Marshall eagerly grabbed the banana and stuffed it into his mouth.
“We really need to figure out who this kid is,” the first maid said. The second maid nodded. “Maybe we could ask him?”
“It won’t hurt to try,” the second maid said. Once the banana was finished, the second maid smiled at Marshall. “Hi, sweetie, can you tell us your name?” Marshall nodded. “What is your name?”