Chapters (84)
And then disappeared across the hall, Regan thought. She’s sounding more and more like our gal Buttercup. “You don’t have an address for her, do you?” she asked Lydia.
“She didn’t give me one. I value my singles’ privacy, so I didn’t push for it.”
“Do you know if she’ll be here tonight?” Regan asked.
“She told me she would come,” Lydia answered.
Blaise was standing in the hallway, eavesdropping. Oh, she will, he thought. She’ll come, but as someone else.
Around the corner, one of the other student butlers had also been listening. Wait till Thorn hears this, the student thought.
74
Absolutely not!” Thomas declared. “Daphne, you must bring back those sheep tonight!”
Daphne was standing in the doorway of his office. She stepped in, pushed a few balloons off a chair, and sat down. “Thomas, please! Here is a check for fifty thousand dollars!”
“I can’t accept that. Nat would haunt the place.”
“But it means so much to me and to my career! And the club needs the money! Nat owes me this much!”
“Daphne, the answer is no! Those sheep have been here for years, this is their home. It’s what Wendy and Nat wanted for them. If the club goes out of business, the movie company can have them. But for now their home is here!”
“Fifty thousand dollars, Thomas!”
“That money is not going to make or break the club. Now I want you to bring home those sheep. They are to be here in time for the party, which starts at seven o’clock!”
Daphne stormed out, hot tears welling in her eyes. She nearly knocked Blaise off his feet in the hallway. “Excuse me,” she mumbled and hurried off.
“Blaise,” Thomas called.
“Yes, sir,” Blaise said, appearing in the doorway.
“I got a call from our crazy neighbors complaining that Maldwin gave you the key to the park. I’m sorry, but it’s not allowed.”
Blaise smiled cheerfully. “I promise you it will never happen again.”
75
Even though Thomas had been totally understanding, Janey couldn’t help but feel sick to her stomach about what she’d done. In the grand scheme of things, I suppose it’s not so bad, she thought. But today she imagined that everyone in the world must be talking about her—the woman who was no better than a grave robber.
In the ladies’ room on the first floor of the club, she looked at her reflection in the mirror. I’ve got to redeem myself, she thought. But how? She’d told Thomas that she was going home to gather up all the cakes and pies and cookies she’d baked for tonight. Although they’re probably all stale by now, she thought with a pang of guilt. She ran a comb through her hair, picked up her coat and purse, and opened the door just in time to see Daphne storming by.