Lady Lynda Finds Her Niche
Lady Lynda forlornly thought of how she missed lecturing the young women of the charm school for wayward girls. She felt a tinge of melancholy thinking of how her learned words of wisdom would never be heard by those dear grateful young men of Mr. Pequots Reform School for Dastardly Bastards. She sighed as she pondered how her male charges , how some of them would always be bastards in the literal sense but they were now dastardly no more. Conversely the girls were now refined young women. Both graduates were ready to take their place in the civilized world. She turned those bestial boys into if not perfect gentlemen, ready for civil society. It was a dim chance t 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 Auntie Carol and her dramatically changed such unfortunate wretch’s lives significantly for the better.
Auntie Carol’s faithful colleague was feeling a sense of emptiness. Yes the student of both schools could get a bit unruly she admitted. .Mrs Seymour Toze reluctantly remembered how it was a challenge to gain their respect. It was like getting an Orthodox Rabbi to eat a Ham and Cheese sandwich. In a way she couldn’t blame them as she tried to see how she and Auntie Carol were initially perceived from their perspective. Two dowdy fuddy duddy middle aged woman who if the girl’s vocabulary was sophisticated enough would of seen them as dowagers. Yet from her perspective, she was a lady and a sophisticated, cultured one at that.
Now it was up to her to somehow fill the void in her life. Yes there was of course Seymour but he was busy with his day job as a shoe salesman and pedicurist at the “Into Leather” shoe store. Plus his moonlighting as a freelance fashion photographer who specialized in taking photos of women in open toed spiked or stiletto heels. The woman reflecting back on her time with her students came to the conclusion that 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 how they listened intensely to what ever she told them. They seemed like barbarous hordes before they eventfully became civilized. Thanks to Lady Lynda and Auntie Carol instilling in them a firm sense of decency and proper manners. No more would they, especially the boys be baneful threats to society. Instead they would know their place and not look bedraggled/ They would be the epitomy of gentlemanly deportment. In place of belligerence there would be true respect for societal mores.This would be true of the girls too.
Lady Lynda lamented the times when she her colleague in arms, Auntie Carol experienced tough times trying to get through to the ruffians in each of the schools. She reflected how beleagered she was as she tried to teach them proper etiquette. Yet despite the troubles , eventually she and her partner did bequeath upon them the essential manners for polite society. Looking back Lady Lynda thought, bemused that if she can make these swaggering braggarts become civilized than she could do for virtually everybody. She found her niche. Her mission would be to lecture on the importance of proper manners. Her clients would include people with disabilities, physical, mental and developmental.