.Lady Lynda forlornly
thought of how she missed lecturing the young women of the charm
school for wayward girls. She felt melancholy thinking her words of
wisdom would never be heard by those dear young men of Mr. Pequots
Reform School for Dastardly Bastards. She sighed as she pondered
how her male charges would consistently be actual bastards. However
they were dastardly no more. Conversely, the girls were now refined
young women. Both grads were ready to take their place in polite
society. It was a dim chance that the female students would
ignorantly blather away at vulgar nonsense. Lady Lynda felt a warm
feeling in the cockles of her heart. Her mood was decidedly blithe
as she reflected on how her woman friend and herself dramatically
changed such unfortunate wretch’s lives so significantly for the
better.
Auntie Carol‘s faithful colleague now felt a sense of emptine Yes
the student of both schools could get a bit unruly she admitted.
She recalled bemused the time whe the girls guffawed at her quaint
manners…Manners such as saying please and thank you or may I. The
woman reluctantly remembered how it was a huge challenge to gain
their respect. It was like convincing a Conservative to vote for a
Liberal candidate. In a way she couldn’t blame them as she tried to
see how she and Auntie Carol were initially perceived as two dowdy
middle aged women. Who if the girl‘s vocabulary was sophisticated
enough would be viewed as dowagers. Lynda’s perspective, she was a
sophisticated lady.
Now she wondered how she’d fill the void in her life. There was her
husband Seymour. He was busy with his day job as a shoe salesman
and pedicurist at the “Into Leather” shoe store. The woman
reflecting on her time with her students came to the conclusion
lecturing was her forte.
It was what she did best. Her time giving talks to the students of
both of the schools proved that. She fondly recalled eventually how
they listened intensely to whatever she told them .
No more would they, especially the boys be baneful threats to
society. They would know their place and instead of looking
bedraggled they would be the epitomy of ladylike and gentlemanly
deportment. They would be belligerent no more. In place of
belligerence , there would be respect for societal
mores.
Looking back Lady Lynda thought, bemused that if she can make these swaggering braggarts become civilized than she could do for almost everybody. She found her niche. Her mission would be to lecture on the importance of proper manners.