together on their swing set. They looked adorable. I was sure they were sisters; there were so many similarities between them. How wonderful it was to grow up with your sister, to be close and loving, to be sensitive to each other's feelings, to comfort each other in sadness, and to reassure each other when childhood fears invaded your world.
I couldn't help but wonder what sort of sisters Gisselle and I would have been like had we been permitted to grow up together. In my put-away heart of hearts, I was positive now that she would have been a better person growing up with me and Grandmere Catherine. It made me so angry. How unfair it was to rip us apart. Even though he didn't know I existed, my Dumas grandfather had had no right to decide Gisselle's future so cavalierly. He'd had no right to play with peoples' lives as if they were no more than cards in a bourre game or checkers on a checkerboard. I couldn't imagine what it was that Daphne had said to my mother to get her to give up Gisselle, but whatever it was, I was sure it was a dreadful lie.
And as far as my father went, I sympathized with him because of the tragedy involving my uncle Jean, and I understood why he would take one look at my mother and fall head over heels in love, but he should have thought more about the consequences and he shouldn't have let my sister be taken away- from our mother.
Feeling about as low and miserable as I imagined I could, I finally arrived at our front gate. For a long moment, I gazed up at the great house and wondered if all this wealth and all the advantages it would bring to me was really any better than a simpler life in the bayou. What was it Grandmere Catherine saw in my future? Was it just because she wanted me to get away from Grandpere Jack? Wasn't there a way to live in the bayou and not be under his dirty thumb?
Head down, I walked up the steps and entered the house. It was very quiet, Daddy not yet back from his offices, and Daphne either in the study or up in her suite. I went up the stairs and into my room, quickly closing the door behind me. I threw myself on my bed and buried my face in the pillow. Moments later, I heard a lock opened and turned to see the door adjoining my room and Gisselle's opened for the first time. It had been locked from her side; I had never locked it from mine.
'What do you want?' I said, glaring up at her.
'I'm sorry,' she said, looking repentant. It took me by such surprise, I was speechless for a moment. I sat up. 'I just lost my temper. I didn't mean to say those terrible things about you, but I lied when I told you I didn't care about Beau anymore and you could have him. All the boys and some of my girlfriends have been teasing me about it.'
'I haven't done anything to try and get him to choose me over you,' I said.
'I know. It's not your fault and I was stupid to blame you for it. I've already apologized to him for the things I said. He was waiting for you after school.'
'I know.'
'Where were you?' she asked.
'I just walked around.'
She nodded with understanding. 'I'm sorry,' she repeated. 'I'll make sure no one believes the terrible things I said.'
Still surprised, but grateful for her change of heart, I smiled. 'Thanks.'
'Claudine's having a pajama party at her house tomorrow night. Just a bunch of the girls. I'd like you to come with me,' she said.
I nodded. 'Sure.'
'Great. You wanna study for that stupid math test we're having tomorrow?'
'Okay,' I said. Was it possible? I wondered. Was there a way for us truly to become the sisters we were meant to be? I hoped so; I hoped so with all my heart.
That night after dinner we did study math. Then we listened to records and Gisselle told me stories about some of the other boys and girls in our so-called group. It was fun gossiping about other kids and talking about music. She promised she would help me memorize my part in the school play, and then she said the nicest thing she had said since I had arrived.
'Now that I've unlocked the door adjoining our two rooms, I want to keep it unlocked. How about you?'
'Sure,' I said.
'We don't even have to knock before entering each other's rooms. Except when one of us has some special visitor,' she added with a smile.
The next day we both did well on the math test. When the other students saw us walking and talking together, they stopped gazing at me with suspicious smiles. Beau looked very relieved, too, and we had a good play rehearsal after school. He wanted to take me to a movie that night, but I told him I was going to Claudine's pajama party with Gisselle.
'Really?' he said, concerned. 'I haven't heard anything about any pajama party. Usually, we boys find out about those things.'
I shrugged.
'Maybe it was a spur-of-the-moment idea. Come by the house tomorrow afternoon,' I suggested. He still looked troubled, but he nodded.
I didn't know that Gisselle hadn't gotten permission for us to go to Claudine's pajama party until she brought it
'We just decided today,' Gisselle lied, shifting her gaze at me quickly to be sure I didn't disagree. I looked down at my food. 'Even if we knew, we couldn't tell you or Daddy before anyway,' she whined. 'You've both been so busy these last few days.'
'I don't see any harm in it, Daphne,' Daddy said. 'Besides, they deserve some rewards. They've been bringing home some great school grades,' he added, winking at me. 'I'm very impressed with your improvements, Gisselle,' he told her.
'Well,' Daphne said, 'the Montaigne's are very respectable. I'm glad you've made friends with the right class of
