Chapter Four
A red haired woman entered to the third class deck. She made her way trough crying widows and reached to an officer who was holding a survivors list.
"Excuse me" she said "I'm looking for someone. May I have a look to that list, please"
"Sorry ma'am, but that's against the rules. Why don't you tell me the name and I'll tell you if it's here"
"Sounds good to me. The last name is Dawson. I'm sorry but I can't remember his name"
"Don't worry ma'am, I'll check. Sorry, but a can't see anyone under that name."
"It doesn't matter. He's probably dead. Thanks for your time"
"Ma'am, wait. Now that I think about it, early this morning a man came asking for someone name Dawson. Maybe he is the one you are looking for."
"A man? Was he a tall blonde man?"
"He was! Is he who you are looking for? Maybe you could give me his name."
"Spicer Lovejoy is his name. Do you know where can find him?"
"I told him to go to the nursery. You should go there"
"Thank you very much" Said Ruth Dewitt Bukater as she went.
So Cal was right, she thought. The rat had made it, he was alive. He must not see Rose again, she must think he was dead. Her daughter would thank her someday, of that she was sure. The only thing that she had left to do was to convince that man that her daughter didn't love him. That would be easy. Cal had given her quite an amount of money to do that, and, if that failed, she had come up with a plan which couldn't go wrong. Rose would marry Cal and she would be able to keep social position.
She reached at the nursery and prepared to what she had to do.
"This will be easy" she whispered as she entered.