A bankruptcy rarely comes alone

It was still raining when Hanni and Nanni marched to the castle. Schlössel was the name of the old house that Roy Bernhard had bought. The twins had started walking in their cardigans. Now the water was dripping from their hair and wool. After they rang the bell, Püsselchen appeared first, "the sweetest promenade mixture between Lindenhof and America", as Nanni once described it to his friends. Püsselchen was ugly as the night and incredibly lovely. He greeted the girls, jumped down at them, licked their faces for joy. A little later came Mrs. Sabine, Roy Bernhard's secretary, housekeeper and girl for everything. She was almost as happy as Püssel, but didn't lick the twins off, just kissed them. "Come in quick," she said. "You look like drowned mice. I'll give you a towel for your hair. Then you put on something from roy, he has an infinite number of sweaters."Afterwards they sat in the kitchen, wrapped in huge, expensive sweaters, drinking coffee and eating plum cake with cream. Ms. Sabine talked about Roy Bernhard's last tour through Asia. So he took her with him. Most of the time she stayed at home and looked after the bowl and the lock. She raved about the wonderful and exhausting trip, about püsselchen's adventures in exotic luxury hotels, because of course he had been part of the party. "One great success after the other," she said, beaming at her. "It was best in Tokyo. Ten encores. After that we were all completely finished." She would have liked to continue talking, but the twins knew that they couldn't stay too long.
"is Mr. Bernhard at home?" she interrupted the Japanese memories.
"Roy? No, of course not. He's just visiting South America. Three-month tour. He won't come back until I've finished everything here."
"What do you have to do?" Asked Nanni."Of course you have a lot to do, Püssel, the house, the garden and the fan mail ..."
"Oh, you don't know?"
"What?"
"That we sold the house. Roy loved the Schlössel, but he's rarely here. He rushes from one tour to another. Well, he's not the youngest anymore. And he's right when he says he has to seize the time, now that he's so popular. We're moving to Munich to a rooftop apartment. It's cheaper and more comfortable, of course. Roy got a good price for the house. Unfortunately, the new one is a pretty primitive guy. His own the slaughterhouse and the cover shop. I don't like the fact that he is going to live in our castle. But he should be done? He was the only one who wanted to pay so much. "
The cake almost got stuck in the girls' throats. This news could only make you lose your appetite. The skinner would butcher Max and Sternchen and then reside in the Schlösserl.Hanni swallowed the last bite with difficulty. "Excuse me, Ms. Sabine, we have to go. Thank you for the cake. Please give my regards to Mr. Bernhard."

"A bankruptcy rarely comes alone", Hanni groaned on the way home. "Theobaldine doesn't want horses in Lindenhof, our parents have no place for her either, Roy Bernhard moves out and the skinner moves in. We don't even need to ask him."
"I could bite my ass that I can't think of anything clever," Nanni muttered. She was sad and angry at the same time.
"All right," grinned Hanni. "Then I just have to step in."
"Jump in? Why?"
"You're not going to say that you can bite your butt, are you? But I can ..."
Now even Nanni had to laugh.
Hanni went on dreamily: "I only know one person who would be able to do this."
"And who is this?"
"The house mother. She has removable teeth."