Lara DuBois
Legacy Name: Lara DuBois

Sept. 8th

    Tara and I moved in to our new place today. It’s not the setup we were hoping for, but I think it will work out just fine. Tara is not at all thrilled with the thought of being a maid. Have to admit, the sheer size of this place is overwhelming. Derek says we only have to worry about the first and second floors. I doubt it is going to be as easy as he makes it sound.
    It took us all night to get the kitchen cleaned up. I have never seen so many dirty dishes! The counters and table were covered in them, and the sink was piled up to the window sill! Tara claims to have found sentient mold in the refrigerator. God, I hope she is kidding.
    Have to go to the store first thing in the morning. Only thing left in the pantry now is a can of ground coffee and table salt.
    I better put dog food on the list. Derek didn’t tell us they had a dog, and what a dog! I’ve never seen a dog this big! His paws are bigger than my hand, and I bet if he stood on his hind legs he would be a head taller than me. Tara thinks he might be part wolf. That wouldn’t surprise me; that or he’s some sort of mutant husky.
    He spent the night watching us as we explored the house. He followed along, just out of arms reach, as we looked around the first floor. Even stayed in the kitchen doorway as we cleaned the place up. Never made a noise, or wagged his tail, or anything. He just stood there and watched us work.
    Creepy...

Oct. 24th

    Tara and Victoria are getting ready to perform at a Halloween festival at the park down down.
    I had some treats made for them to take to the party after the concert, however that blasted dog nabbed them!
    He is always doing that, grabbing things off of the kitchen counter before I’ve had a chance to hide them.
    Last night, he stole all of the pork chops out of the skillet before I could call everyone down for dinner. All that work turned to dog chow!
    Derek tells me that he’s never seen him wolf down food like that before, and that I should take it as a compliment.
   Personally, I would prefer for him to eat the kibble I got him and leave the human food for us. But, every time I fill his bowl up he just looks me dead in the eye and tips the bowl over, sending dry dog food bits all over the kitchen floor. That mutt is getting on my last nerve.

Nov. 20th

    This will be our first Thanksgiving here, and I’m hoping to thank the guys by making everyone a traditional Thanksgiving dinner. Lucky for me, the dog seems to be too busy drinking to bother me while I’m cooking.
    The only thing I ever see that beast consume, other that the food he steals off of the counter, is brandy. Who the crap lets their dog drink brandy?
    I even put a lock on the liquor cabinet, but it didn’t phase him. He somehow got his muzzle between the cabinet and the wall and pushed on the back of the cabinet until the back panel popped off. Then he grabbed a bottle, winked at me, and strutted out of the kitchen.
    I didn’t think dogs could wink, but this guy is definitely not your normal house pet.
    Now he’s in the den drinking and watching television with Dimitri, and with any luck he will stay there until after dinner.

Dec. 25th

    I came downstairs this morning to find Derek’s brother David setting up a gorgeous fir tree in the drawing room. Tara and Victoria are sitting in the middle of the drawing room floor, oohing and aahing over the ornaments Dimitri brought up from the basement. I couldn’t help but giggle at them as they pulled another treasure out of this beat up old cardboard box. Dimitri was beaming from ear-to-ear as he watched them marvel over each glass bauble. Each one Victoria would pull out of the box she would claim that it was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. They are very lovely. Most of them are hand blown glass of varying jewel tones, some of which are trimmed in gold or silver leaf. They have to be over a hundred years old.
    I told the girls this and warned them not to break any before I headed off to the kitchen to get to work. Victoria just giggled at me and joked about me acting like a mom, while Tara stuck her tongue out and went back to trimming the tree. Yup, it is definitely starting to feel like Christmas here.
    After the tree was up, David and Nimmi decided to go Christmas shopping. They looked so sweet together, David trying not to blush when Nimue holds his hand. I get tickled seeing such a large man become bashful over such a little thing. They seem to really adore each other.
    I wonder if Jedidiah will be joining us today. I don’t think he likes Christmas all that much. Derek seemed surprised that he let us put up a tree. I’m glad he did, it’s just not right to not have a tree. I will have to thank him properly next time I see him.
    I haven’t seen much of him the last couple of nights. Or the dog for that matter. Always seems to be this way around the full moon. I asked Derek about it not long ago, but he avoided the subject. He has a habit of doing that every time I bring up the house or our employer. I would ask Jedidiah out right, however he never seems to be in a chatty mood.
    Honestly though, I am a little afraid of what the answer might be.

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