The Chilton party was exactly as Nick had expected: bad food and even worse company. Letty Chilton, in her attempt to save a penny, had hired a third-rate caterer, and it was evident in the dried-out hors d’oeuvres that were coming from the kitchen. The rock music was obnoxious and too loud. It wasn’t even that Nick didn’t like the selections; it was more that it seemed out of place in this environment. Nick ordered a martini at the bar and drank half of it in one gulp.
He was still upset about the fight in Southampton with Phoebe. The entire drive back, everyone had been silent in the car, save for the occasional comment or attempt at conversation from Genie. Phoebe had decided to go home and change, and would be arriving at the party separately. Nick looked out for Patch at the party, but couldn’t find him.
A few minutes later, Claire walked by and greeted Nick with a kiss on the cheek, which was unusual.
“Hello, Nick,” Claire said, and he nodded in return. “Come have a cigarette with me?”
This was odd. Nick didn’t even know that Claire smoked.
“Uh, sure,” he said.
She motioned for him to follow her down the hallway. “Let’s go to the library. My dad smokes cigars in there.”
Nick nodded and followed her into the library. He didn’t smoke himself anymore, but he wondered what she had to tell him. There wasn’t any reason for her to pull him aside. Maybe she knew something about what they had discovered in Southampton.
She shut the door behind them. The room was decorated in classic dark oak bookshelves and hunter green, though everything looked a bit shabby. Nick had heard that Lauren’s mom had been hired to give the apartment a facelift, but clearly it hadn’t happened yet.
Claire cracked open one of the windows and sat down on a leather sofa, placing a large crystal ashtray on the seat next to her.
“My parents don’t know that I smoke,” she said. “Obviously.”
She lit up and then exhaled in the general direction of the window. Nick sat down in a leather club chair and she handed him her pack of cigarettes.
“I quit last year,” he said, declining it. “So, what’s up?”
“I wanted to talk to you about something,” she said. “Nick, you know the Society is very important to me. Of all the people in our class, I would say I take it more seriously than anyone. But I haven’t gotten a single advantage or privilege because of it. You have everything-you’re Nick Bell. Lauren has a jewelry line. Phoebe gets a gallery show. Patch can do whatever he damn well pleases. Of all of you, all fourteen of you, I’m the only one who really cares about the group.”
“Claire, I’m not really sure why you’re telling me this.”
“I know you’re going to be offered a leadership position in our class very soon,” she said.
“What do you mean?”
“You’re the obvious choice. Your father is the Chairman. Your grandfather was Chairman Emeritus. You’re the next in line.”
“That’s not technically true. What about Henry and Benjamin?”
“I think that your father is more interested in grooming you,” she said. “Henry and Benjamin are easy. They’ve already fallen in with the group’s rules, and besides, they’re not Conscripts anymore. Your father wants to give you a leadership position so that you’ll stay loyal, so you’ll stop being the leader of the Infidels.”
Nick looked at her incredulously. “You think I’m the leader? And that name-someone else came up with that name, not us! Besides, how do you know any of this?”
She exhaled another stream of smoke. “My parents tell me everything. I’m not like the rest of you-I don’t see my parents as enemies. I trust them, and they trust me.”
“I don’t think they’d be too happy about you talking to me this way.”
“Hear me out. I think you’ll find that what I want makes sense. It’s pretty simple: I want your position in the Society. I want you to cede it to me.”
“Claire, I don’t have any position. Honestly, you’ve taken more of a leadership role than I have, by heading up the Junior Committee for the ball.”
Claire waved her hand at the suggestion, dispersing the smoke into the air. “That’s such typical sexism. Women get to run things like party committees while men get to head up task forces, get to make decisions that affect the world? I want more than the Junior Committee. Stuffing envelopes won’t exactly give me lessons in leadership.”
“Okay,” Nick said, “so what am I supposed to do?”
Claire looked surprised. “Wait, you’re going to do it?”
“Claire, clearly there’s so little that you understand about me and my friends.”
“What do you mean? All I know is that your friends don’t like me.”
“Come on, that’s not true.” He wasn’t really sure what to say to such an awkward statement.
She looked at him askance.
“Okay, so it’s a little bit true. But you’re not very nice to them.”
“I don’t really care. I’m not out to make friends.”
“Claire, just tell me what you want me to do.”
“Tell your father that I should be the next leader of the Conscripts. Charles has been fulfilling that role since the fall, and I know your father wants it to be you after him.”
“Fine.”
“Well, that was easy,” she said, stubbing out her cigarette. “I thought it was going to be ugly.”
“How would it be ugly?” He knew he probably shouldn’t ask this question, but he was curious.
Claire paused for a moment before speaking slowly. “I know things about you, about your family, that I don’t think you would want to be revealed. I know about Patch being your half brother. And I know that your father told you on New Year’s Eve. And that you never told Patch. Your father told my mother, and my mother told me.”
Claire was right. On the morning of New Year’s Eve, after that horrible, dreadful series of days on Isis Island, his father had drawn him aside. Parker had relayed the story of how he had an affair with Patch’s mother, Esme, and that he was Patch’s biological father. Nick had only started to heal his friendship with Patch the previous evening, and so he hadn’t wanted to tell him. He had wanted to say something ever since that morning in the library of the Great Cottage, but it never seemed to be the right time. After that day, he had blocked it out. It had been easier not to deal with it, to pretend the information didn’t exist. It was easier to believe it would become evident in due course, and he wasn’t responsible for it.
More than anything, Nick wanted his friendship with Patch to go back to how it used to be, when Nick was a Bell and Patch was an Evans and the two of them were best friends.
Instead, he had done the worst thing, something that Patch might never forgive him for: he had kept the truth from his friend. But this time, he wasn’t going to be afraid.
“So what about it?” Nick said.
“I thought I was going to have to tell Patch that you already knew,” she said. “I don’t exactly think you’d want him to find out, would you?”
Nick sighed. “Claire, has it ever occurred to you that it’s a bit tiresome living under all these secrets? I’m going to tell Patch soon. And he’ll take it for what it’s worth. But I’m not going to let you pretend to blackmail me over some stupid position in the Society. What you don’t realize is that you’re doing me a favor.”
“What do you mean?” She looked deflated for a moment.
“The last thing I would ever want is to head up the Conscripts. So you’re not really taking anything from me at all.”
“I really don’t think-” She stood up, seemingly flustered.
“Good night, Claire. I’ll tell my father about your wishes in the next few days. Please thank your parents for the lovely party.”
Nick turned around and left the library, walking down the hall to get his coat. He would have looked for Phoebe, but he sensed that he should give her some time to cool off. As he rode down in the elevator, he hoped he would never have to set foot in the Chilton apartment again.