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much sense to her. And it prodded him into flying to the gist of his talk.
    “Can’t we start again?” Impatience and frustration evident in his question.
    Too long Elaine had prayed and hoped for this. Did she even hear him right? “What? What was that you just said?”
    “Start new.” His words however blunt, pleased him–confidence returning in heaps. “We could be friends. No more saying bad, hurtful things to-”
    “Don’t keep me waiting long, Trey!” Violet crossing the hall below to the main door called up, snipping away at Trevor’s stream of seemingly innocent and eager offer for truce and friendship. “You don’t want me here when Damian arrives, do you?” She might have been talking to Trevor, but her derisive eyes were pinned on the younger girl.
    Things started to get into perspective for Elaine.
    Start new! She would have to be a complete idiot not to comprehend what led this sudden attack of conscience in Trevor. This farce at friendship was just a ploy to keep her from divulging his and Violet’s dirty deed before Damian.
    When Trevor had no qualm encroaching on his own brother’s love life, then how could she trust him to be suddenly so free with his coveted friendship, proffering it to a nobody like her.
    No doubt he thought, give the poor girl a crumb of what she knew she could never have and then see the wheel spin whichever way he liked.
    Elaine let her hopes plummet without a ripple to show on her face. “I would sooner befriend a rabid dog, than a manwhore like you! ”
    ***
    T he morning shower washed away the trials of dining down with the McBain family and their few invitees last night.
    It had been painfully staid. The subjects on the table hardly veered from business and charities. The guests were all politely patronising.
    Elaine hadn’t uttered a peep to Damian of her misadventure that evening. Though, Trevor’s eyes fixed on her with unrelenting intensity gave her immense satisfaction.
    He must have stewed all through the dinner, anxious and fearful, his filthy secret would out.
    Swathed in towel, Elaine stepped into her room to see her maid changing the sheets on her bed.
    “Good morning, Miss.”
    “Morning Bessy.” Elaine wished back with a smile.
    “Oh, Miss Elaine, here are the tickets Mr. Jamison asked me to hand you.” Bessy gestured over to the large yellow stubs placed on the bedside table. “Mrs. McBain’s secretary had asked me to tell you, Madam has reconsidered your request to be allowed to go to the Carnival this evening.”
    “She has?” When Elaine had mentioned the Carnival at dinner, Mrs. McBain had scorned the idea coated with polite sweetness of her cool demeanour.
    Baffled, Elaine padded to the small table and picked the tickets up.
    “There’s more,” Bessy grinned, her youth shining through the dour uniform. “You and your friends can have one of the cars to yourselves for the whole day. Just instruct the driver when to take it out.”
    This was all so unbelievable. “I should go thank her now.”
    “You can’t Miss, Madam had already left for a three day long official trip to Boston. And Mr. Jamison has always impressed-”
    “Not to bother Mrs. McBain unless there’s some dire emergency.” Elaine completed the dictum McBain house operated on. “So then, who all are still home?”
    It was a harmless, obvious question, nothing too deep to look into.
    “The guests and Damian sir, all followed Mrs. McBain out the house almost immediately. Master Trevor stayed back longer, leaving for the campus only half an hour before now.”
    Good riddance! Hearing that fiend still here would have ruined her mood too much.
    Elaine looked down, drawn by the beautiful calligraphy of the word Carnival on the ticket stubs. She could count on the fingers of her one hand the number of times she had been to one. And each time, it had given her a slice of freedom, unadulterated joy of being a kid, away from the gloom and bleakness of the children’s