Audrey, the Indominable

Tutor and she, his 9.6 year old, red-haired, charge are sitting today in her Dumpster which is really her huge wooden toy box, in her big drafty bedroom in the Old Castle, with a coverlet pulled over the top of the box, to make their warm, secret place. They face each other, amidst her treasures, her puppets, masks, puzzles, and books, with his long legs outside her short legs. Between her outstretched legs she has a wooden pegboard, with a hammer. He is helping her with Family Values. She is whacking the round pegs and square pegs with the hammer, harder and harder, and yelling “F..k!,” louder and louder. He, as her Morals Tutor, has explained good girls do not say “F..ck” out loud. Good girls say “f.ck” to themselves so quietly no one can hear, and say “O phooey” out loud. To which she whacks a round peg so hard it squirts through with one blow. "F.ck you!" Tutor has gotten much the same reaction from the Queen Mother when he asked her about her Values, the one she wishes to pass on to Audrey, along with 51% of the world's wealth. (He did not tell his Generous Patron, that she should correct her vernacular; she said, “O f..king A!,’ not another f…king values exercise; you f.cking moron; do you think I am a f.cking idiot?” He said, “No M'am, I mean yes, M’am, sorry M’am, it won’t happen again, M'am.”) Now he is constructing a business plan, or Family Constitution, to govern the entities which will soon govern a controlling interest in all the world’s wealth, given how well Tess, the Queen Mother, is doing trading commodities. “F..k  U” is the Constitution’s highest level principle. He and Audrey are working down the pyramid through mission, strategies, to practices, family culture, action plans and Metrics for Success. When they present their handiwork, crayoned on a legal tablet, to Mother, it will be a Family Meeting. If Momma laughs as she kicks Tutor’s behind, then all will be well. Two silly grownups and one serious child, dancing in glee, two kicking one, united in their values.