You might wonder what Audrey got from Tutor for Christmas. Hard when he only makes $7 a day plus room and board, and needs most of it for beer, to get something meaningful for the girl who will inherit the world, but she loves it! Keeps her warm when she sleepwalks through the cold Castle. Also, being a dinosaur scares off any monsters or intruders who might be about. She now refuses to take it off, night or day, and it should really be washed.
Serious question for my fellow professionals who would uphold the highest standards of Wealth and Wisdom Mentoring for the Scions of Ludicrously Wealthy Families. Tutor's mentoring methods are unorthodox. To Audrey every night at bedtime, after story time, as she drifts off into dreamland, in that split second when she is falling into sleep, he whispers, "I love you, kid." And every so often, she whispers back. "I know." Be aware that Momma is present, most often. In her lounge chair, multi-tasking as a mom and as the world's most devastating futures trader, working her revenge on every male money manager on Wall Street, breaking each, one by one, just in case it might have been he who abused her. "Bankrupt them all and let God sort them out," is her mantra. Audrey sleepwalks because she is looking for Real Dad, forever missing. Question is: under these special circumstances, is it ok that Tutor loves Audrey, a child very much in need of love and protection, too, since she is a menace to herself and others? Or should he be more professional and say, "I like you, kid, and always will"? Or, even, "I hold you in highest regard?" Doesn't matter what anyone says, though. Tutor's methods are from another era. He loves her. Why? Because she is lovable, that is why. Some day adoring crowds will shout her name, reaching out their hands, holding children up to see her, caught up in a frenzy of love, or projection or transference. She will be the Nation, the World. History, Majesty, and Justice Incarnate. The Market Itself, made Manifest. Surely, not to love her would be a sin?