Manuscript H: Continued…
The return of this mysterious Lawrence seemed all but inevitable. Mother would have called it premonition. Ramses preferred deduction. Either way, the return of their Lawrence Fairchilde seemed an inevitability. Indeed it was, and it seemed it took no time at all for him to worm his way into every aspect of the Emerson's lives Ramses would have preferred to keep him out of.
His attitude on archeology and general philosophy ingratiated him to Father, upon finding both his parents deceased, supposedly, Mother of course decided to adopt him, with the maternal streak she claimed not to possess. Ramses eventually found himself sharing the dahabeeyah with him, in David's absence for the season. But what grated upon Ramses the most was of course his deepest secret, the love he held nearest and dearest to his heart: Nefret.
Of all his new admirers, she held him in the highest esteem, the bastard. Ramses would hear her throaty laughter from across the dig, and knew they were laughing about something or other. An obscene bit of ostraca, or something the professor did. Yes, he'd definitely made up his mind about the chap. Able bodied and charming, alarmingly intelligent and quick to learn.
Ramses positively hated him.