Not in our stars
Chapter 13

Moonbyul's POV

As Solar and her father ate breakfast, we prepared a simple porridge for the 3 guests at the inn that had requested to eat. I delivered that  then helped clear the table as Solar and her father had finished eating breakfast. Once that was done, Thomas the cook, made a simple but hardy meal for us. It consisted of eggs, bacon, toast and milk that had been squeezed from a cow only a few hours earlier. The milk was a bit different, but I was hungry and didn't care. The food was actually pretty good.

Once our breakfast was prepared, we ate in the kitchen. Being new, they asked me a few more things about America, California and the old west. I stuck with my cover story and answered the question as best as I could.

After eating, Emily was assigned to cleaning dishes and the kitchen and Mrs. Bailey took me to help with some of the household duties. I could only imagine what she would have me do first.

From a closet, she pulled out a greenish ceramic pot with a lid and handed it to me. 

"Your first duties will be to empty the slob or if you're not familiar with it, take this pot and empty the chamber pots in Mr. Ferrer and Miss Solar's bedrooms. Once the slob is emptied into the privy outside, you will take the soap from downstairs closet and thoroughly clean both the slob bucket and the chamber pots. Once cleaned and dried, they should be put back under the beds. Once you're done with that, you can assist me in changing the linens."

Chamber pot? Seriously you said chamber pot? Oh goodie, I travel back more than a 100 years and I get to do what for the girl of my dreams? Clean up her piss, that's what! It took every bit of acting skill I had, not to visibly cringe at the thought of it. 

I just bowed slightly, grabbed the slob bucket and set off to work. Heading upstairs, I first went to Mr. Ferrer's room and looked under the bed where I spotted the white ceramic chamber pot. Pulling it out, I did cringe as I could see it had been used. 

"So Moonbyul, how did you spend your summer vacation?" I muttered as I emptied the vessel. "Oh, nothing serious, really. Just cleaning the girl of my dreams dad's piss, that's all!" 

Next was Solar's, but I felt much different as I crept into her room. Though I had a perfect reason to be there, I felt like an intruder as I crept into the empty room. Mrs. Bailey told me, Solar had gone riding this morning and wouldn't be back until lunch. 

The first thing I noticed was the faint smell of wildflowers. I could see a bunch in a vase by her bed. The room had a large 4 poster bed, an antique dresser and a vanity table with chair. There was also a large trunk at the foot of the bed and a small bookcase in the corner. 

I was in her room, though on one level I felt like an intruder. I also felt an odd thrill as I walked to her dresser to see her things laid neatly out on the dresser. I picked up a comb; it was the very same comb that in 2018 I would find a single strand of hair on. It looked much newer and had a lot more hairs caught in it. It felt so strange to be holding it again. 

But I quickly snapped out of my reverie as I realized, that messing around in Solar's room would not be a good idea. So I retrieved the chamber pot and did my duty, despite of how disgusting it was.

When I was done with the rather horrible job of emptying and cleaning the chamber pots. I helped Mrs. Bailey change the linens then I scrubbed the pantries floor. After that, I polished the silver. In this household, there was always something to do and always something that needed cleaning. 

Before I knew it, lunch had come around and I was once again tasked to making and serving of  lunch. Actually by the time I had arrived, Emily and Thomas had almost already finished making it. I would be serving and helping with cleanup. Lunch today consisted of a vegetable soup, assorted cut meat and cheeses and a pudding for dessert. 

Like breakfast, lunch was always served at the exact same time each day. In this case, lunch is always served at 12:30 sharp. 

Walking in the kitchen I could see Emily readying three bowls of soup on the gleaming silver tray. It better be gleaming, as I was the one that ing polished that thing. 

I am now able to add on my long list of things I hate, the following; Chamber pots, emptying chamber pots, cleaning chamber pots, polishing silver. 

I'm sure that list will grow much longer by the time I leave 1869. 

I looked down at the three bowls, "Who's dinning with Miss Solar and Mr. Ferrer?" 

Emily blushed a bit and couldn't help but gush, "It's Mr. Eric, Miss Solar's husband to be. He's joining them today."

Instantly I felt a sickening feeling form in the pit of my stomach. I would finally meet the villain of this tale. I was brought out of my thoughts, by the chime of the kitchen clock indicating it was 12:30. 

"That's my cue." I said with a fake smile, which only resulted a puzzled look by Emily. 

Walking into the dinning room, I could see Solar and her father both seated at the table. However across from Solar sat a young, well dressed and even I will admit, handsome man with thick black hair and so