(AN: This Chapter will introduce another character Lillian.)
Ch 6
Anita and Ebony ran quickly to the Sullivan suite. Anita threw open the door, pushing past her father to the bed where her mother lay.
" Mother!" Anita said breathlessly.
Lady Sullivan was unconscious and paled, her husband stood unable to do anything.
" What happened?" Anita demanded looking at her father.
A small girl in the corner was crying softly. Anita rose and went to her.
" Lillian, do you know what happened?" Anita asked her young, orphaned cousin.
" She told me to go and get Uncle Robert, when we got back she wasn't awake." She sniffled.
" Has a doctor been sent for?" Anita asked
"Yes," her father replied.
Anita sighed and sat next to her mother. She would not leave until all was better.
The doctors arrived shortly and revived Lady Sullivan. Anita felt she should help them in some way.
" Mother, perhaps I should watch Lillian for a while." Anita offered.
" Are you sure?" Lady Sullivan asked.
" I'm sure William won't mind." Anita said.
" Alright."
William Tavington unlocked the door to his room; tired he poured himself a glass of Port and slumped in to a chair. Anita walked into the room holding the hand of four-year-old Lillian. She saw William in the chair and turned to Lillian.
" He's tired right now." She whispered to the child.
" Who is he?" she asked.
" That's my husband, William." Anita replied.
She picked up Lillian and slowly made her way over to the chair. Taking a deep breath she spoke softly to him.
" William," She said acting as though she loved him for Lillian's sake.
" What? " he asked groggily.
" We have a visitor." She said.
" Tell O'Hara to leave me the Hell alone." He said.
" I'm taking care of my cousin until my mother is in better health." She said.
" What!" he exclaimed fully paying attention.
" I'm taking care of my Four-year-old cousin." She repeated.
" And you didn't consult me first?" he asked.
" She's only staying until my mother recovers."
" Fine." William stood up and looked at Lillian.
" What is her name?"
" This is Lilliana, or Lillian for short." She introduced.
" Lillian this is William." My husband.
" How old are you?" he demanded, forcing a smile.
Lillian held up four fingers.
" Four? My brother has a daughter your age." William said.
Anita was glad he was somewhat all right with this temporary arrangement.
" Can I go and get my doll now? " Lillian asked.
"Of course sweetheart." Anita set her down.
Lillian's black curls bounced behind her as she hurried off. Anita smiled and went to set up a bed for the girl. William sighed in defeat and looked out the window and muttered. He was always too nice to Anita, so much for lecturing her.