THE BLUEFISH TAVERN
“Ahem.” Johanous coughed from the doorway as I sat on the floor in disbelief.
“Yes, Jo?”
I looked at our butler. Of all the house workers, Jo was by far my favorite. It may have been because he was solely dedicated to the Quartermaine children, or it could have been because he was as much my family as my parents were. One thing was for certain, Johanous could keep a secret.
“Good evening, Master Oliver. I assumed the usual was needed tonight. They are in your wardrobe.”
I jumped up in glee, knowing this master tailor would have something extra special for us. “Thanks, Johanous, as always. That will be all for tonight.”
“Be safe, Master Oliver. If you require anything more, I shall be in my quarters.”
I ran to the wardrobe and pulled out three new outfits tailored
