America laughed as his cat, Ollie, chase him down the hallway. "Hahahaha! You can’t catch me!“ he sang, looking back to smile at his kitten. But since he wasn’t watching where he was going, he slammed right into his nanny as she rounded a corner. With a small "Oof!” America fell backwards onto the floor, luckily missing Ollie.
Elizabeth sighed. America didn’t like that sigh. She sounded tired and stressed. But the boy tried to be polite and nice all the same. "Sorry Lizzy!“ he said, smiling up at his nanny. "Ollie and I were playin’, and I didn’t see you there!” He giggled a little.
She smiled sadly at him. "I was hoping to find you, Alfred. You and I need to talk.“
America tilted his head to the side. He didn’t like it when she said that–it always meant something bad. "What d'ya wanna talk about?” he asked cautiously.
The woman sighed again. "We need to talk about Ollie,“ she said, motioning to the cat that had come up beside America. "We… He… He can’t stay here, Alfred. He’s ruined so much furniture, and caused so much trouble, it’s… He really can’t stay.” She placed a hand on America’s small shoulder, attempting to comfort him just a little. "I’m sorry, sweetie. But he really needs to go. We can find him a better home.“
America was in shock. He just stared at his nanny, unable to comprehend what she was saying.