She was a tall woman with dark brown hair, chestnut colored eyes, glasses, and a serious look. She was wearing a beige lawyer outfit and had a brown suitcase. She was drinking coffee at a two person table. “Sit” she ordered. I sat.
“You must be North Carolina” she said. “Yes I am” I replied. “We have a lot to do today. I have big plans for your state. So tell me about you. I must know so that way I can make it to where our plans are flexible with you” Mrs. Mackburg said. “Well I am married to Germany and we have two children. Hamburg is my five year old daughter and Berlin is my 18 year old son. My mother is married to China and she helps raise his daughter, Beijing. Then my father remarried 6 years ago to Japan. They raise two 17 year old boys, DC and Tokyo. I work at the Land Mass Private School for young land masses. Ad when I am not busy I am talking to my cousin, Yorkshire, and my niece, Chicago” I explained. She nodded and wrote it down.
“Very interesting… You need coffee…WAITER! She needs coffee!” Mrs. Mackburg shouted. I blushed. “I don’t drink coffee” I explained. “Nonsense! You will start drinking coffee” she said. The waiter brought the coffee and left quickly. I took a big gulp and gave her a fake smile. “See? You like it already. Now hurry up we have to go shopping because you mustn’t look like that when we have meetings, or any time at all! You are a state, not a teenager” she said. I nodded and took a fake sip, pouring the coffee in the plant behind me.
She took me to the mall so I could improve in looks. How is this supposed to help my state? The first place we went to was the hair salon. “How may we help you?” A stylist said behind the counter. “She needs her hair cut down to her shoulders and her hair needs to be washed” she ordered. It took about thirty minutes until we left that hair place. I miss my long hair… She took me into a store that sold uniforms for women. She ran her hands through the racks and pulled out several different outfits. They were all military. “You will wear these and only these from now on. At night you wear the shirts and your underwear, nothing else” she said. I blushed. She is so controlling. She paid for the outfits and she made me get dressed in one.
I came out of that mall looking like I was ready to be married to the army. “I want you to rest very good because on Friday we have a meeting. I want you to take control of your family and I want you to do nothing but relax, is that understood?” she asked. “Yes” I said. What is this lady think she is doing?