A few days after making that partnership with the Wizard's tower. . .
'We have received our first shipment of fruits and vegetables.' I declared with Orson and Nathan who were helping in restocking things up.
'We have also received various orders for the baskets and we are almost ready to complete them.' Orson added. 'Since picnic cloths are easy to do with old materials, it was easy for the crafts club to make a good deal for the baskets and cloths, and by taking advantage of the deal, we have at least half of the orders ready to finish and to sell.' Orson declared.
'By the way, it was a good idea to keep a notebook with the orders and the numbers of customers in order as to not confuse them nor mistake them for someone else.' Nathan added on.
'Thanks guys.' I thanked them as I restock the fruit and vegetables in the warehouse. 'We just need to restock everything else just in time for tomorrow's picnic basket sale.' I let them know.
'Very well.' Orson nodded and he went on to place the baskets and cloths close to each other in a corner easy to spot.
Nathan brought the alcohol and other types of drinks and put them in their usual spot.
Once everything was done, I let them leave and I went to check on my babies and took them upstairs close to the fire place.
'Phew! Finally, everything done.' I slauched on my rocking chair.
'Is the mail here?' Liam asked while playing with blocks.
'Mail? Oh right! Mail!' I jumped out of the rocking chair and made my way downstairs and outside to where the mail box was. 'Here we go.' I opened the mail box and got out many letters and postcards. 'Oh dear, Thank goodness I brought my big purse with me.' I took them inside and went all the way upstairs again.
Once in my rocking chair once more, I started to check the mail. 'Postcards from Dory, Eli, and Mary, more letters from high society inviting to parties including Seawright, application for—'I stopped myself in the process. 'Applications for my apartments?!' I put these letters aside so I could look at them immediately after checking everything else. 'A few long resumes from other people trying to apply here, letters from my twins and the principal.' I put the not-so-important aside and went on to read the most important ones.
Postcard from Dory:
Hi, Amelia!
Everything is Good in the Great Forks!
Hope you are doing good!
Ps: My boy is doing great at school, thanks for the tips.
'Awww, how cute!' I put the posturas aside. 'Let see the rest.'
Postcard from Elizabeth:
Hi Amelia! Thanks for the sheep and thanks to my part-time job I was capable of gaining enough money for new wool equipment and now I'm about to become a shepherd myself!
P.S: I want to find love but I don't want to lose my work value, what should I do?
Postcard from Mary:
I am about to lose my mind.
I decided to take the risk and become a prostitute with the help of the medic and be capable of gaining more money now.
Don't worry, I'll be careful.
P.S: Expect my application for you mini houses in the neighbourhood by the Summer after this one.
I sighed. 'Oh boy.' I murmured a bit annoyed. I fear that she's going to mess herself up. I thought as I out the postcards away and opened the letters from my twins and the principal.
Charlie's letter:
"Dear mom,
I'm so happy to hear from you after all this time. I decided to just write this until I made sure I received all your letters to make sure everything was okay with the restaurant and the books and everything!
I went to a local bookshop close to the dorms and found your books on display!
I personally wanted to see the novel, but the clerk tood me that the novel was only for those above fifteen years old. . . So I had to conform for the children's book.
I still liked the short stories though, they are the same ones you would tell us before going to sleep and now I read at least one per night. It helps my nervousness and fidgeting.
As for the school, I've been doing good, we are now just studying for one final project each class, then we'll have final exams and we can all go back home for the summer.
See you in June!
With care,
Charlie.
P.S: I think Charlotte just started to go through what you called "main character syndrome." Fair warning."
I sighed of relief reading from Charlie. Now it came the letter from Charlotte.
Lottie's letter:
"Dear mother,
It is I, your daughter Charlotte.
I am overjoyed to have received continuing news from you and now I send this letter to you.
My classes are going fine and I see myself returning home by this summer in June, until then, I pray we both can wait until reuniting with each other.
My life has taking an interesting turn after leaving the prince humilliated and becoming best friends with Merlin. For I believe I have found my one true love!
He is the most charming boy in the school. The son of the Granduke of Sungold: Soleil Sungold.
He has golden hair that resembles the sun, orange sunset eyes, and the whitest smile I ever saw in my whole life.
I fell in love with him at first sight. Unfortunately, me being from a commoner background, I can only dream of him being with me. . . But I am okay! I am completely fine with seeing him from the distance. I promise.
On other subject, I found your books in the school's library. But the librarian only allowed me to read the kid's book.
Do you think you could come up with a romance story for kids? A novel for children maybe? Do you think I could come up with something like that?
I have to go now, let's keep writing each other until June.
Until then, I bid you goodbye dear mother.
Sincerely,
Charlotte.
P.S: My dear (annoying) brother mentioned that I was acting "hopeless." But I'm not hopeless. What do you think it means?"
I raised an eyebrow. Oh boy, I believed this would happen but not so soon. I rolled my eyes and went on to read the principal's letter.
The letter from the Bismuth Principal:
"Dear Ms. Baker:
I thank you for your letters and the patience for the probably slow mail service.
To sumarize, I am glad that you have had been able to find a way to publish your books without much delay, I witnessed the first sale of both books and I can honestly say that you novel is a master piece, unique to its genre and it has helped me reflect about a lot of the wrong doings from both nobility and common people. I am hoping for a second part if possible.
As for the children's books, I must say it has a lot of stories worth using for the school so I got copies for the libraries across the campus of the school. Don't worry, we made sure that the novel is not to be touched by minors under fifteen years old.
Changing of subject, this letter has attached your children's grades for fall and winter term in two different papers each. Double sided. I must say though, that both children have surpassed expectations and we are actually thinking for them to skip a year if both children and parent agree. Don't worry, this offer lasts until the week before next school year in fall. No pressure.
As for the grades for spring and summer term, I'm afraid I'll send them with your children when they are to be sent home.
Without further due, I bid you goodbye to you Ms. Baker.
With much regard. . .
Bismuth's principal."
I sighed of relief knowing that the principal was on my side and that I had my children's grades for the first two terms.
As expected, Lottie's grades are almost impecable, from nineties to one hundreds, although she struggled with communication, social and group projects, otherwise it's fine. I can help her with that.
As for Charlie, his grades are impressive as well, from eighties to nineties, barely missing his sister. Which is good, while he doesn't struggle with social communication and teamwork, is clear that he does stuggle sometimes with academics, but thanks to my help, he seems to be adjusting just fine.
I could only wait for them to come home soon enough.
But it would be better if I respond to them asap. I concluded as I took paper and pen.
"My happy Charlie:
I am happy to receive news from you after winter. I have come to receive your letter and the principales letter with your grades on it, and I can only say. . .
¡¡AMAZING JOB CHARLIE!!
You have passed Fall and Winter, and the principal has told me that you will come with your grades in hand, so they better be intact for me to see them.
I hope you stay in good health and get amazing grades like before.
As for the novel, am afraid you'll have to wait until fifteen to be able to read it. But your sister suggested a novel for children, so I might come up with something.
As for your sister, don't worry, I'll try knock her out of those cloud's full of boys. I promise.
See you in June!
Sincerely,
Your mom."
I put the letter in place, put the correspondent addresses and then continued on with Lotte's letter.
"Dear Lottie:
It is I, your mother dearest. I have received you letter intact and unsabotashed. I am happy to announce that your grades from Fall and Winter have come to me and you have amazing grades. I expect you to continue this ranking for Spring and Summer too, so don't slack off.
As for the boy you met, I sense that there is more than just a "simple desire" to see him from afar. Did he also talk to you, saw you? Maybe he started a conversation and complimented you? I would a bit more details if you may.
Don't worry, mommy knows how to keep secrets.
Anyway, I'll let you go back to study like before. Oh! And send that Merlin friend of yours a thank you for me to be your friend and support you. I do hope you are also supporting him as well too though. Friends are also teamates.
Anyway, See you in June!
Sincerely,
You mother."
I sighed putting the letter already enveloped on top of Charlie's letter and then went on to write the principal's letter.
"Dear principal:
It is Amelia, the mother of the twin protegies Charlotte and Charlie. I give a huge thank you for sending me my kid's grades. I also thank you for supporting my books. I'm not sure whether there will be a second part though, I did made a deal with editor Kingstone of making a second part if the sales went higher than two thousand in the next two years.
As for the children skipping a grade part, I'll see if the children are up for it. But no promises.
Otherwise, thank you for your time.
Sincerely,
Ms. Amelia C. Baker."
I put the last letter in it's envelope and sent the three letters to the mail box. Then I went back to do my chores.
The next week. . .
The baskets for spring picnics were made and were making profit. Thank goodness for only making it a limited ítem.
Outside of that, nothing is new.
I'm feeling kind of bored nowadays.
Should I start searching for a new place to put my restaurant? It's just been a year, but with the low amount of money I'm starting to consider it. I exhaled with such idea. Either that or I will have to send people away, maybe even cut out some items. I thought and thought, but without knowing what to do. 'I'll put that away for now, right now I need to think of a way to make a new items, maybe a flour-leaf clover?' I wondered. 'I can't allow myself to give up just yet.' I sighed as I stood up and prepared me and my kids for an outing. 'That, and I should REALLY start making advertisements in the newspapers and posters.' I knocked myself for postponing that idea.
We went through the town trying to find something or anything that could give me an inspiration, and might as well pay for advertisments in the newspapers for the next few weeks.