“There is nothing more that I can do for you, Ms. Williams.” I whispered as I turned around. She looked at me, her brown eyes glossed with anger and sadness. “Maybe you should try harder, Clemin! Maybe, you should do something more!” I looked back at her. “I’ve done all that I could.” She threw her pair of gloves at me, and put her bare hands over her face, weeping. I kept walking, and didn’t turn around. Moving my white gloved hand through my black hair, and giving off a heavy sigh, I made my way to my apartment. It’s spring of 1929. My name is Clemintine Lennon, I know that I have a female name and there is a good reason for it. My parents wanted a girl, and so they named their male child a female name to ensure that they would receive a girl. Instead, they received me and then my three sisters. So, I guess it worked out in the end after all. I bounded up the stairs, and pulled out my key. Unlocking the door, I was happily greeted by my dog. I had a chow chow, one of the more loyal breeds and also I just adored his little scowling face. “Did ya miss me Winston?” I felt my hand receive some slobbery licks by his purple tongue. His boxy-like head was connected to a strong, square like build. I rubbed behind his small, triangular ears which his hind leg started to give off small thumps as he tried in vain to scratch where I was scratching.
I couldn’t help but laugh at his goofiness. He was still a puppy, which meant that he still had some energy in him. I took off my more formal clothes, and put on a tshirt and a pair of everyday dress pants. Taking his leash and collar, I think he’d be great for a walk. Once he had his collar on, and his leash attached to it, I took him out. It was a warm day, so I didn’t need a coat. Winston pulled on his leash occasionally, trying to follow another dog, the one cat that I see hanging around Rebeca’s place, and sometimes the futile trail of the mailman. Today, he tried to follow the squirrel that has been taunting him for the past week. Once Winston gave up and flopped on the ground, that meant our walk was over. And that also meant I had to carry a heavy puppy back to my apartment. I scooped him up, and put his front paws over my shoulder as I made my way back. We got a little farther, so that was good. I was trying to get him to walk to the park, which is only thirty minutes away. We were out for fifteen minutes today. I opened the door, and soon plopped him down on my small couch. “What a good boy Winston! We were out for fifteen minutes instead of twelve! That means you walked a few extra steps today!” He gave a tired wag of his tail, and moved a paw over his fluffy face.
I smiled, and went to the kitchen to make some tea. I know that I need to find work somewhere else, and I was thinking of working for the bigger people that wasn’t Mrs. Williams. The reason why I left, well, kind of got fired, is because I didn’t help her husband in some illegal business. He had told me to deliver some letters, and there was definitely something with those letters and how he acted. I asked Mrs. Williams, and she threatened to either kill me, or send me somewhere. So, I went to the police. They took care of the problem, and she made a scene about it. I knew there was a big place that was in need of a male servant, and I was willing to have my name made fun of just to get there. I swirled my tea bag in the now boiling water that I had poured into my mug, and there was a knock on the door. Winston moved his head before flopping it back down. I answered the door to see a well dressed gentleman there. “You worked for Mrs. Williams?” I nodded my head. “Yessir! I just got fired today.” He nodded. “Good. My boss has sent me to ask you to work for him.” I was slightly confused, and Winston, who was now at our feet due to curiosity, gave off a small bark at the man coming up behind him.
“Ah, I see you have a dog?” The man who was at the door made way for the new man. He was tall, natural auburn hair cut loose, but not too long. Sort of like mine. He wore a formal suit, navy blue and white in colour, with a navy blue fedora and black leather shoes. “Ah, yes. I have a dog. His name is Winston. He won’t bite, barely barks, and he’s quite laid back.” The man smiled. “Well, may I talk to you? This here is Jeremy.” The man who had knocked on the door nodded, and tipped his own fedora. “Hello there, Mr. Jeremy.” He nodded his head again. “And my name is Alester Gregerson.” I smiled. “Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Gregerson. You’re the one who owns that big house ‘top that hill over there?” I asked, and he nodded. “Yeah, and i’m in need of some help. But, may we step in?” I gave off a small gasp. “Oh, yes! Where are my manners? You asked before, I'm dearly sorry.” He smiled, and shook his head a little. “You’re fine, sir.” I had let them in by now. “Mm. Ah- I was making some tea, would you both like some?” They nodded. “Yes please.” I gave off a smile, and Winston sniffed Alester’s shoes. I poured a few more cups of boiling water, placed the tea bag, and soon made a pot of tea before I came in there with the three cups and something to go along with them. “Your dog, what breed is he?” Alester asked me after I handed him his cup. “He’s a Chow Chow. I know they’re known to be a little aggressive, but Winston is still a puppy. He’s met other dogs and people so he’s fair acquainted with the locals. Even the cats too, like Mrs. Sergo’s cat Marlo.” Alester nodded, and Jeremy gave Winston a few pats on the head.