Elizabeth's POV
"Oh Harvey," I muttered to myself as I clutched my pillow with one hand and tried to keep a low volume with the other. "Oh, Harvey."
My parents weren't there, at least not that I was aware of, but I knew that Rhea, our housekeeper, was there and that she was busy going about her business. She was cleaning the house. I couldn't help myself, even though there was a chance that Rhea would stumble upon me. I had to find a way to break free. It was necessary for me to exit the train.
Having said that, to tell you the truth, I couldn't even begin to fathom how embarrassing it would be to try to explain to her what I was doing, even though I had a sneaking suspicion that she already had a pretty good idea. While I was yelling out the name of my father's friend, it would be challenging and awkward to explain why I was doing what I was doing.
