“Wilson, I miss
“We all do, Miss Felicity.” He coolly agreed.
“I wish I knew where he was so I could send him a card! Remember how I used to make ‘I love you’ cards to my parents whenever I was sent to my room! I’d send for you and you’d come and deliver them!”
“Yes, Miss. Your parents said they were lovely.”
“I would like to send
“Your Father has not shared that information I’m afraid.” Wilson’s lips pinched shut and I knew I would not get any more information out of him. He left the room.
I ventured down to my Father’s office. He was not in it. He would not be home until late tonight. I rifled through his papers, opened his drawers and checked his trash can. Nothing. Then I remembered a book I had accidentally discovered one day that was hollow inside. I went to the shelf and located it. I glanced around to make sure no one was coming, then I pulled it out.
Inside were travel brochures for some South Pacific island chain. One was circled in red. There was a number on the back of the brochure and a travel agency’s name. My heart was beating fast as I slipped the brochure inside my shirt and put the book back. I walked as calmly as I could up to my room, hoping to avoid any servants.
Behind my closed door I pulled it out and examined it at length. I planned what to say when I called the number. Then I dialed.
“This is Mrs. Crenshaw on behalf of Mr. Romaine. I am needing to update some receipt books. Could you tell me the last three flights Mr. Romaine has booked?”
I hope this conveys the manipulative nature this young girl has developed in her 14 years. let me know what you think!
