you didnât even offer us tea, and thatâs hardly more than hot water. When Iâm rich, I intend to be stingy as well. Nicky and Megs spend much too freely.â
âSo youâve stayed to sweet-talk me?â Aunt Grace asked. âThatâs right. You do have a birthday coming, donât you?â
âIn two months,â Claire said. âAnd I admit money would be handy. But thatâs not why I stayed.â
Aunt Grace shifted her weight, and Trouble moved along with her. Trouble reminded Claire just a little of Scotty, glued first to Thea, and soon, she expected, to herself. She hoped, when the time came, heâd be easier to get rid of than Trouble seemed to be.
âDo you want tea?â Aunt Grace asked. âI didnât think young girls drank tea anymore.â
âI want information,â Claire replied. âTea is more Theaâs thing than mine.â
âInformation can be gotten over the telephone,â Aunt Grace said. âJust dial the right digits.â
âNot this sort of information,â Claire said. âI want to know about Sebastian Prescott.â
Aunt Grace stared at Claire. âSo Evvie finally told you,â she said. âIâm surprised Thea wasnât in tears about the whole business. She cries so easily.â
âThea doesnât know,â Claire said. âAnd Evvie didnât tell me nearly enough.â
âShe canât have forgotten what was in the detectiveâs report,â Aunt Grace declared. âMargaret probably has, she has such blinders about Nick, but Evvie is more sensible than that. In spite of her feelings about that Steinmetz boy.â
âEvvie didnât say how she found out about Sebastian Prescott,â Claire said. âMerely who he was.â
âAnd who did she say he was?â Aunt Grace asked.
Claire knew her bluff was being called. She didnât care for her options, but she knew what they were. She could either admit she didnât know for certain herself, or she could say what she thought. If she guessed wrong, she could then either blame it on Evvie, or hope that Aunt Grace wouldnât tell anybody else about what a fool sheâd made of herself. The woman was ninety, after all, and could easily die before letting everybody know about Claireâs ridiculous assumptions.
Trying to force the information out of Aunt Grace wouldnât work. Blaming Evvie was distasteful to her. Therefore, it was either hope sheâd guessed right, or pray for Aunt Graceâs silence.
âSebastian Prescott is Nickyâs father,â Claire said.
âIâm glad to see Evvie hasnât forgotten all the lessons I tried to teach her that summer,â Aunt Grace said. âAlthough she never seemed to care for my instructions.â
Claire wasnât sure, but she thought that was a confirmation. âItâs in the detectiveâs report?â she asked. âAbout Sebastian Prescott being Nickyâs father?â
âCertainly,â Aunt Grace said. âI hired a reputable firm to find out everything they could about Nick Sebastian that summer. I tried to use the information to convince Margaret that he was unworthy of her, that she should never see him again. But there is no reasoning with a sixteen-year-old, especially one in love with a handsome, dangerous man.â
Claire nodded, and tried to keep from shaking. It was one thing to guess that Sebastian Prescott was Nickyâs father. It was another thing to have it confirmed. âI donât understand why Nickyâs last name isnât Prescott,â she said. âSons usually take their fatherâs last names, not their first ones.â
âNowadays I suppose thatâs whatâs done with bastards,â Aunt Grace said. âMoral standards have decayed so, people now flaunt their illegitimate offspring. But when Nick was conceived, a man, especially a married