Mitzi isn’t too happy that evening. Tabby Thunderbolt had spoken to her and told her we would be moving to the crew quarters the next day. Saphira would stay in the suite, and the kittens and their governess would move in to occupy Mitzi’s and my rooms.
‘Bruno didn’t mention that,’ I say.
‘Well, I wonder where we will put our nice things,’ says Mitzi. ‘I can imagine what it will be like. All stuck in a small space with no privacy and nowhere to put anything.’
I wonder if the crew accommodation is as poor as Mitzi envisages. It is hard to imagine the staff being able to make themselves presentable enough to serve guests if they have no space at all. But what can I expect? The image that flashes into my mind is almost as dire. We’ve been spoiled by being treated as paying guests.
I call the magic carpet office on my mobile, but an automated message apologises for the inconvenience and asks me to call back later.
‘I’ve been trying them all day,’ says Mitzi. ‘I’m sure something bad has happened.’
It seems we have no alternative. We have to go along with Bruno’s offer and hope for the best.
A note: these are all fantasy images, not real scenes, and they were created with AI.
