Page 44 of Mysterious Teacher : Arrival
“I’m going to miss this tiny space,” she said to the now familiar four walls. It was cozy and safe and that was all she had needed.
With all her things shoved into a large duffle bag, she turned to go but then noticed a slip of paper on the kitchen counter. Frowning, she approached the note and picked it up.
A change of course is on the horizon. Dr.Ang of Clementine, California is seeking a tutor/governess for his brilliant daughter. The time is now.
Sonya stared at the note and wondered who’d left it there. The landlord? The concierge?
She read the note again. Tutor? It was an intriguing idea. But...could she tutor someone? Why not? She was intelligent, and it certainly seemed like an interesting change of pace.
Sonya struggled to read the scribbled signature at the bottom of the note. She could make out the capital S, but...was that an ‘i’? And...“Oh, Dear, could it be?”
The note was signed Sifu. The name was so familiar, and a sudden sense of warmth filled her...but the sense of familiarity was so far away...so long ago.
“Are you still with me?”April said, snapping her fingers.
Sonya shook off thoughts of the past and focused on the young woman before her. “Yes. Yes, I am here with you. You mentioned Sifu?”
April nodded. “That’s what she called herself, yes.”
“That is a pretty rare name.”
April shrugged. “Certainly, in these parts it is.”
“And yet, I have a very vague and distant memory of a woman called Sifu.” Sonya smiled. “In fact, she’s the one who informed me about the position here...tutoring you.”
April offered her a beautiful, beaming smile. “You would almost think that we were meant to be with one another.”
Chapter 12
After a restless nightand very little sleep, Sonya awoke the next morning and headed down the hall to April’s red room. She’d made a hasty departure the night before and felt the need to tidy things up before her new pupil came upon the mess.
To her surprise, the red room was neat and clean.
“Where are Igor and Boris?”she wondered aloud.
She looked at the dentist’s chair. All clean. Not even a spot of blood on the floor.
