carried Alexandra to the infirmary, where the school doctor diagnosed a mild concussion.
'Nothing broken, nothing serious,' he said. 'By tomorrow morning, she'll be right as rain, ready to get up on her horse again.'
'But she could have been killed!' Eve screamed.
Eve refused to leave Alexandra's side. Mrs. Chandler thought the had never seen such devotion in a sister. It was truly touching.
When Mr. Davis was finally able to corral Alexandra's horse to unsaddle it, he found the saddle blanket stained with blood. He lifted it off and discovered a large piece of jagged metal from a beer can still protruding from the horse's back, where it had been pressed down by the saddle. When he reported this to Mrs. Chandler, she started an immediate investigation. All the girls who had been in the vicinity of the stable were questioned.
'I'm sure,' Mrs. Chandler said, 'that whoever put that piece of metal there thought she was playing a harmless prank, but it could have led to very serious consequences. I want the name of the girl who did it.'
When no one volunteered, Mrs. Chandler talked to them in her office, one by one. Each girl denied any knowledge of what had happened. When it was Eve's turn to be questioned, she seemed oddly ill at ease.
'Do you have any idea who could have done this to your sister?' Mrs. Chandler asked.
Eve looked down at the rug. 'I'd rather not say,' she mumbled.
'Then you did see something?'
'Please, Mrs. Chandler ...'
'Eve, Alexandra could have1 been seriously hurt. The girl who did this must be punished so that it does not happen again.'
'It wasn't one of the girls.'
'What do you mean?'
'It was Tommy.'
'The groom?'
'Yes, ma'am. I saw him. I thought he was just tightening the cinch. I'm sure he didn't mean any harm. Alexandra orders him around a lot, and I guess he wanted to teach her a lesson. Oh, Mrs. Chandler, I wish you hadn't made me tell you. I don't want to get anyone in trouble.' The poor child was on the verge of hysteria.
Mrs. Chandler walked around the desk and put her arm around her. 'It's all right, Eve. You did right to tell me. Now you just forget about everything. I'll take care of it.'
The following morning when the girls went out to the stables, there was a new groom.
A few months later, there was another unpleasant incident at the school. Several of the girls had been caught smoking marijuana and one of them accused Eve of supplying it and selling it Eve angrily denied it. A search by Mrs. Chandler revealed marijuana hidden in Alexandra's locker.
'I don't believe she did it,' Eve said stoutly. 'Someone put it there. I know it.'
An account of the incident was sent to Kate by the headmis-tress, and Kate admired Eve's loyalty in shielding her sister. She was a McGregor, all right.
On the twins' fifteenth birthday, Kate took them to the estate in South Carolina, where she gave a large party for them. It was not too early to see to it that Eve was exposed to the proper young men, and every eligible young man around was invited to the girls' party.
The boys were at the awkward age where they were not yet seriously interested in girls, but Kate made it her business to see that acquaintances were made and friendships formed. Somewhere among these young boys could be the man in Eve's future, the future of Kruger-Brent, Ltd.
Alexandra did not enjoy parties, but she always pretended she was having a good time in order not to disappoint her grandmother. Eve adored parties. She loved dressing up, being admired. Alexandra preferred reading and painting. She spent hours looking at her father's paintings at Dark Harbor, and she wished she could have known him before he became ill. He appeared at the house on holidays with his male companion, but Alexandra found it impossible to reach her father. He was a pleasant, amiable stranger who wanted to please, but had nothing to say. Their grandfather, Frederick Hoffman, lived in Germany, but was ill. The twins seldom saw him.
In her second year at school, Eve became pregnant. For several weeks she had been pale and listless and had missed some morning classes. When she began to have frequent periods of nausea, she was sent to the infirmary and examined. Mrs. Chandler had been hastily summoned.
'Eve is pregnant,' the doctor told her.
'But—that's impossible! How could it have happened?'
The doctor replied mildly, 'In the usual fashion, I would pre-sume.'
'But she's just a child.'
'Well, this child is going to be a mother.'
Eve bravely refused to talk. 'I don't want to get anyone in trouble,' she kept saying.
It was the kind of answer Mrs. Chandler expected from Eve.
'Eve, dear, you must tell me what happened.'
And so at last Eve broke down. 'I was raped,' she said, and burst into tears.
Mrs. Chandler was shocked. She held Eve's trembling body close to her and demanded, 'Who was it?'
'Mr. Parkinson,'
Her English teacher.
If it had been anyone else but Eve, Mrs. Chandler would not have believed it. Joseph Parkinson was a quiet man with a wife and three children. He had taught at Briarcrest School for eight years, and he was the last one Mrs. Chandler would have ever suspected. She called him into her office, and she knew instantly that Eve had told the truth. He sat facing her, his face twitching with nervousness.
'You know why I've sent for you, Mr. Parkinson?'
'I—I think so.'
'It concerns Eve.'
'Yes. I—I guessed that.'
'She says you raped her.'
Parkinson looked at her in disbelief. 'Raped her? My God! If anyone was raped, it was me.' In his excitement he lapsed into the ungrammatical.
Mrs. Chandler said contemptuously, 'Do you know what you're saying? That child is—'
'She's not a child.' His voice was venomous. 'She's a devil.' He wiped the perspiration from his brow. 'All semester she sat in the front row of my class, with her dress hiked up. After class she would come up and ask a lot of meaningless questions while she rubbed herself against me. I didn't take her seriously. Then one afternoon about six weeks ago she came over to my house when my wife and children were away and—' His voice broke. 'Oh, Jesus! I couldn't help it.' He burst into tears.
They brought Eve into the office. Her manner was composed. She looked into Mr. Parkinson's eyes, and it was he who turned away first. In the office were Mrs. Chandler, the assistant principal and the chief of police of the small town where the school was located.
The chief of police said gently, 'Do you want to tell us what happened, Eve?'
'Yes, sir.' Eve's voice was calm. 'Mr. Parkinson said he wanted to discuss my English work with me. He asked me to come to his house on a Sunday afternoon. He was alone in the house. He said he wanted to show me something in the bedroom, so I followed him upstairs. He forced me onto the bed, and he—'
'It's a he!' Parkinson yelled. 'That's not the way it happened, that's not the way it happened ...'
Kate was sent for, and the situation was explained to her. It was decided that it was in everyone's interest to keep the incident quiet. Mr. Parkinson was dismissed from the school and given forty-eight hours to leave the state. An abortion was discreetly arranged for Eve.
Kate quietly bought up the school mortgage, carried by a local bank, and foreclosed.
When Eve heard the news, she sighed, 'I'm so sorry, Gran. I really liked that school.'
A few weeks later when Eve had recovered from her operation, she and Alexandra were registered at L'Institut Fernwood, a Swiss finishing school near Lausanne.
There was a fire burning in Eve that was so fierce she could not put it out. It was not sex alone: That was only a small part of it. It was a rage to live, a need to do everything, be everything. Life was a lover, and Eve was desperate to possess it with all she had in her. She was jealous of everyone. She went to the ballet and hated the ballerina because she herself was not up there dancing and winning the cheers of the audience. She wanted to be a
