At last, at long last, the staircase was clean. It was amazing, a miracle, and just as Natassia and Artemis had raised their heads as Miss Live walked up the stairs. In her mud covered high heels. She turned around and gasped. “Natassia! You are so lazy, you brat! I’ve been nothing but nice to you and I ask you to do one chore and you ignore it!”
“It was you and your muddy high heels,” Artemis whispered.
“Excuse me? What did you say?” Miss Live demanded of him, walking down the stairs.
“Artemis, don’t.” Natassia told him. “He said nothing Miss. Live. I await my punishment.” Miss Live needed no more. She grabbed Natassia ear and threw her in the oven. Not heated but she was in there none the less.