CAL’S PLAN
Chapter Four
A red-haired woman came down to
the third class deck. She made her way through crying widows and reached an
officer who was holding a survivor list.
"Excuse me," she said.
"I’m looking for someone. May I have a look at that list, please?"
"Sorry, ma’am, but that’s
against the rules. Why don’t you tell me the name, and I’ll tell you if it’s
here."
"Sounds good to me. The last
name is Dawson. I’m sorry, but I can’t remember his name."
"Don’t worry, ma’am. I’ll
check. Sorry, but I can’t see anyone under that name."
"It doesn’t matter. He’s
probably dead. Thank you for your time."
"Ma’am, wait. Now that I
think about it, early this morning, a man came asking for someone named Dawson.
Maybe he is the one you are looking for."
"A man? Was he a tall, blond
man?"
"He was! Is he who you are
looking for? Maybe you could give me his name."
"Spicer Lovejoy is his name.
Do you know where I can find him?"
"I told him to go to the
infirmary. You should go there."
"Thank you very much,"
said Ruth DeWitt Bukater as she went.
So Cal is right, she thought. The rat had made it. He was
alive. He must not see Rose again. She must think he is dead. Her
daughter would thank her someday, of that she was sure. The only thing that she
had left to do was to convince the man that her daughter didn’t love him. That
would be easy. Cal had given her quite a lot of money to do that, and, if that
failed, she had come up with a plan that couldn’t go wrong. Rose would marry
Cal, and she would be able to keep her social position.
She reached the infirmary and
prepared to do what she had to do.
"This will be easy,"
she whispered as she entered.