Benny didn’t come back to his room that night, nor mine. I sat in bed waiting, staring up at the ceiling, hoping he’d at least pop in. Since we’d been at the manor, he’d fallen asleep next to me, cradling me in his arms. I’d grown accustomed to it. Now, I couldn’t doze off to save my life.
I, of course, knew where he was. He was with her. My cousin. Seemed incestual to me. Seemed horrible to me. Of all the people she could have, why him? Was she doing it out of spite? Was she trying to chase me away? Did she know about our relationship? What was he doing with her?
I tried to wipe that last thought from my addled head. I tried to wipe them all away. I failed miserably, in that I was miserable. And, yes, I knew I was doing to Manny what he was doing with Matilda. We were both guilty even w
