There is a house in New Orleans they call the Rising Sun.
It's been the ruin of many a poor child and God, I know I'm one.
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Saturday, October 19th, 2013. Day 1:
It was only a week ago when Helen Deville and her caretaker Jacob Orion took pen to paper and wrote out several invitations to the class that had changed so many aspects of her life. "Jacob, do you think they will all come?" she questioned, licking the stale glue strip on the envelope and closing it with shaky hands. "I hope they do, for your sake dear." she teased, placing the third envelope she had sealed upon the others. "You know, I don't have that much time yet.." she started, grabbing another envelope and bringing it to her lips. She ran her tongue across the glue strip once again, repeating the pattern a few more times. "I might give the house to you even, as you're starting to become like the son I never had." she considered, grabbing the last invitation as the small stack laid on the desk by the two of them. "Please mail these immediately, then we can start getting ready for the weekend. As for right now, I want to go to bed!"
Pleasant surprises came in the form of reservations through out the week, and as the morning of the arrival of students Helen couldn't feel but a bit overwhelmed in emotions. "Jacob!" Helen called through the first floor hallway. "Jacob where are you?" the woman called again, not getting any response. Waddling slowly to the kitchen, she found a note attached to the fridge with an old apple magnet. "Off to the store." she read out loud, "For what?!" she questioned, her eyes glancing over at the clock above the stove. "I will have to lecture him all about being late to your own party when he gets home." she chuckled to herself, taking one of the trays of food the two had prepared earlier in the day as she made a slow walk out to the long dining table they had set up in the side yard.
Her dull green sundress flew in the soft wind, it was clear that the seasons were changing from summer to fall, in more ways than just the weather. Helen winced as she sat down in one of the chairs, her hip was acting up a bit, and the work of cooking, baking, and just the constant moving was taking a toll on her. She had taken quite pride in curling her hair that morning, strands of black and white hair in a small bob, perfectly put in place by bobby pins and an awful lot of hairspray. Crossing her ankles under the table her eyes browsed around the landscaping of her large house. Where she sat they had had set up a buffet like table of food and drinks, a pond to the left held various fishes and a very small streaming waterfall. It was quite peaceful; the soft wind, the babbling of the water hitting water and it ran over the rocks and down into the small pool. One could easily fall asleep there if it was quiet enough, and it was. Bobbing her head down, Helen fell asleep in the chair, her chin resting on her chest and small snores could be heard escaping from her delicately painted red, lips.
Meanwhile, Jack had been playing quietly in the basement. An array of crayons were provided as the man scribbled onto the paper he had stolen from the office. Jacob had not came to feed him this morning in the rush of the schedule, and Jack was quite angry about that. Noticing the house was now empty, he squeezed into the crawl space underneath the basement stairs, and made his way through the walls quickly, quietly, and efficiently. A laundry dumbwaiter served as entrance point in the closet next to the kitchen as the man pulled himself and climbed out. He was frighteningly skinny, but was strong. Quickly running to the counter where another of the tray of food sat he took handfuls of it, shoving it into his mouth and pockets, leaving quite a mess. As quickly as he came, he was gone. Back into the laundry shoot, back into the walls, and back into the basement.