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"Summer? Your father and I have had a talk. I've realized that it is not right to force you into an unwanted marriage. I have also talked to Samuel and he still would love to marry you. The engagement is off, but I would like you to spend some time with him and get to know him. He's in the parlor. Please go and change." Her mother said.
"Fine. But I still don't like him." She said. To herself, she muttered, "I can't wait until tomorrow." Unfortunately, her mother heard.
"Wait for what?"
"Oh, I'm just going to have some fun with Lizzie. That's all. I'm going to change." She replied, heading up the stairs.
Summer changed and went into the drawing room where Samuel Pulitzer was.
"Um, hi, Samuel. What should I call you?" she asked politely.
"Whatever you like, sweetheart. And what should I call you?" he replied.
"Summer's fine, but I guess you can call me anything but Princess."
"Why not Princess?
"Cause that's what my new friends call me." She retorted.
"Alright. How about Sweetheart?"
"No."
"Angel?"
"Definitely not."
"I'll call you Summer, alright?" he said finally.
"That's great. So, what have you been up to?"
"I was helping my grandfather with his newspaper, you know he owns the World, right?" Sam asked.
"Yeah and he also manipulated the Newsies, I mean newsboys." She said, quickly covering her mistake.
"Why are you so defensive for those lowly people? It's not like you are one of them."
"Yeah, well that's still not right. So did you sell some newspapers or what?" Summer said.
"Me? Sell newspapers? Of course not. I was looking over the headlines. They have gotten real good."
"Okay. Now what?" Summer asked absent-mindedly. She was still thinking about Race and the other newsies.
"Well, since dinner's in a little while, I think we should play a game." He said.
"I'm fifteen and a little too old for games." She retorted.
"I know but this game isn't really a game per say. I'd like to call it King and Queen. Since there are about twenty minutes until dinner, I'd say you become Queen for ten and I'll be King for ten. When you are the ruler, you get total control over the other person." He replied.
"I have nothing better to do. Who goes first?" she asked wearily.
"Ladies first." He responded.
Summer grinned evilly. "Fine. For five minutes, I'll do you make-up and then we play some poker." She said, seeing his face go white.
"No. That's embarrassing. And women shouldn't play poker."
"But I'm the Queen of New York for the next ten minutes. You have to do as I say." She taunted him. After he gave up, she went to get her make up and some playing cards. First Summer coated his face in powder then went heavy on the blush and lipstick. After she finished, she made him play poker while wearing the make-up. She won five dollars before the end of the ten minutes.
"My turn." He said after he scrubbed off all the make-up. He sat down on the couch. "Sit." She sat obediently.
"Well this isn't too bad." She said.
"Don't worry. It gets better. Come here." He said, pulling her on his lap.
Summer made a face but let him move her. He put his arms around her and kissed her on her cheek. It was all Summer could do from gagging. She was stiff and unwilling but Sam seemed happy.
"Now play the piano." He commanded.
She played the piano for the remainder of the time.
"Alright. Well I really have to get ready for dinner. Good bye." Summer said, glad to be getting away from him.
"Of course. I'll see you at dinner, alright?" Sam asked, getting up. When she froze he said, "Well, since my father is away on business and we should be getting to know each other better…" he said, his eyes roaming her backside. "Your parents decided that I could stay here for a couple of weeks."
"Great. Well, I'm busy tomorrow but I guess I'll see you later." She said, exiting the room. She went to find her brother.
James McClellan was in his room working on his schoolwork. When his door opened, he saw his little sister, fuming mad.
"What's wrong? Had another fight with Mother and Dad?" he asked, grinning.
"I'll tell you what's wrong. What's wrong is that first our parents got me engaged to Samuel Pulitzer and now he's living with us. He's such a disgusting creep." She exploded, throwing herself on his bed.
"Ouch. That really is bad. Well, just pretend you are playing hard to get. Maybe he'll give up on you. Why do you hate him so much? It's rather fun to laugh at him and he doesn't even realize it." James said, grinning.
"I'll try." She said, going down to dinner. Her brother soon followed her.