Normally, the child would have to take the school bus home. All of a sudden, the nanny had to pick her up. Kelin Chase was already busy in rich society and didn't want to get in any deeper. The manual for the vehicle hadn't been helpful. It had more words than diagrams for a handbook, and halfway through the first chapter, she tossed it over her shoulders and walked outside to stare at the beautiful, brand new, vehicle. Who had time to read manuals anymore?

"All right, pal," she muttered, walking around it, giving it the evil eye. "You're going down."

Still she was too nervous even to go into the car. Taking in a deep breath, she held it, counted to ten before releasing it. It's now or never, I suppose, she told herself, hauling her body into the front seat. For a long while, Kelin sat in the car getting familiar with the car until finally she figured out how to work it. With the ignition running, she slipped on her seat belt, but ignored the radio.

She pulled out of the yard, through the gates, and turned right. It was strange driving someone else's vehicle. She still didn't see why she couldn't have used her car. Yes, it was old, but she was familiar with it and it was reliable. When she managed to get to the child's school, she realized why Lucia asked that she drive a different car. Lining the street were beautiful, expensive cars ... the kind that put her old clunker to shame. However, Kelin was a strong believer in living within her means. She scoffed at how many of those seemingly rich folks could barely afford the car they were driving. The school itself was elegant. It was old with immaculately-cut hedges, statues of heroes she'd probably never heard of and a security booth at the front gate that she'd have to show an I.D to get by. The lawn was pristine with beautiful sprinkler systems pumping water this way and that. She sighed. "Private school," she muttered. Pulling the vehicle to a stop by the gate, she couldn't figure out how to roll the window down, so she opened the door slightly and handed the gateman her identification.

"Hello, Miss Chase," He grinned at her boyishly. "Mister Quartermaine told me you would be picking up Emily-May today."

Kelin wanted to say, Well I'm glad someone's met this elusive Henry Quartermaine. She bit her tongue instead and forced a smile. She said, "Yes. That's right."

When he handed her driver's license back, he told her where Emily-May would be, then added. "You can't miss it."

"Thank you."

Following the gate man's directions, Kelin pulled up by the set of large, old doors just as the first set of excited children burst through. She took a good look around, memorizing where she was and what everything looked like. She was still looking when she saw the red-headed little girl rush out the front doors and skid to a stop. Leaving the car, Kelin waved her hand above her head and little Emily-May ran to the car and climbed into the back seat. She slipped her seat belt on and folded her arms over her chest with a pout. "All right, then." Kelin took a deep breath. Emily-May hadn't even said hello. Pulling herself into the car, Kelin slipped her seat belt on and glanced at the ten-year-old child through the mirror before checking her blind spots. She moved the car around the round-about and drove carefully back to the front gate. "Have a good night, Ms. Chase!" the guard called and Kelin honked her reply before turning left down the street and off Medowshire's Property.

"You know, when you get into the vehicle, you're supposed to greet whoever is there." Kelin once again glanced at the child in the mirror. "Same goes for when you enter a room. Even if you don't feel like speaking to them, it's common manners."

Emily-May pouted harder. "I don't feel like it."

"It doesn't matter. If you wish to be polite, it is the correct thing to do. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Emily-May, don't call me that--you can call me Kelin."

"Father said it was rude to call you Kelin."

"Well, it's not if I asked you to ... alright. You can call me Kel. How's that?" Kelin pulled to a stop sign and took a third peek at the child. She was smiling now. "That's better."

The child nodded. Going through the sign, she pulled from the lane to avoid hitting a car parked illegally on the wrong side of the street before signaling to return to her lane.

"Okay, so how's homework for tonight?" Kelin questioned.

"I have to write a one-page paper on a book we read this week," Emily-May announced. "The paper is about what I learned from the book and the characters, and if I liked the book. The teacher called it a reflection."