The Storage Space was enthralled, simply enthralled. That dreadful brat “Suzy Q” and her mother had…at last…stopped all the shrill screaming about the pregnant teenager’s father hitting them and left. Amelia had gone back to singing Puccini.
The only thing left to worry about was that very oddly dressed “Pat” with the crowbar. Why did he keep wandering around places where only the Storage Space knew there were magnificent 19th-century treasures still hidden behind those hideous new metal walls? How did this “Pat” know its secrets?
It simply refused to worry about such things. Really, when all was said and done, people were all perfectly dreadful creatures. A vile disruption of all that was holy. A desecration of any true beauty. Perfect justification for a mass extermination. Still, for now, the Storage Space would content itself with listening to Puccini.
But it couldn’t help getting distracted again when a new person, yet another cause for worry, walked in. A blond boy with a “device” he was pecking at in one hand and a suitcase he dragged along behind him with the other…this one even bigger than the ones that other young boy with the rainbow shoes, currently with Fifi, had brought in.
The worst of it was that Amelia, while arranging for this new person to have a storage unit, had to stop singing. And he was odd too, because when that Pat with a crowbar walked by and he asked Amelia why he had a crowbar, he referred to Pat as “they.”