Dejected, all my appetite gone anyway, I rose and went inside. Grandmere Catherine said nothing. She served the meal and sat down.
'This came out as good as it ever has,' she declared. Then leaning toward me, she added, 'even if I have to say so myself.'
'Oh, it's wonderful, Grandmere. I'm just . . . worried about him.'
'Well, worry about him on a full stomach,' she ordered. I forced myself to eat, and, despite my disappointment, even enjoyed Grandmere Catherine's custard pie. I helped her clean up and then I went back outside and sat on the galerie, waiting and watching and wondering what had happened to ruin what would have been a wonderful evening. Almost an hour later, I heard Paul's motor scooter and saw him coming down the road as fast as he could. He pulled up and dropped his scooter roughly to run up to the house.
'What happened to you?' I cried, standing.
'Oh, Ruby, I'm sorry. My parents . . . they forbade me to come. My father ordered me to my room when I refused to have dinner with them. Finally, I decided to climb out the window and come here anyway. I must apologize to your grandmother.?
I sank to the steps of the galerie.
'Why wouldn't they let you come?' I asked. 'Because of my grandfather and what happened in town last night?'
'That . . . as well as other things. But I don't care how angry they get at me,' he said, stepping up to sit beside me. 'They're just being stupid snobs.'
I nodded. 'Grandmere said this would happen. She knew.'
'I'm not going to let them keep me away from you, Ruby. They have no right. They—'
'They're your parents, Paul. You've got to do what they tell you to do. You should go home,' I said dryly. My heart felt like it had turned into a glob of swamp mud. It was as if cruel Fate had dropped a sheet of dark gloom over the bayou, and just like Grandmere Catherine often said, Fate was a grim reaper, never kind, with little respect for who was loved and needed.
Paul shook his head. Years seemed to melt from him, and he sat there vulnerable, helpless as a child of six or seven, no more comprehending than I.
'I'm not going to give you up, Ruby. I'm not,' he insisted. 'They can take away everything they've given me, and I still won't listen to them.'
'They'll only hate me more, Paul,' I concluded.
'It doesn't matter. What matters is that we care for each other. Please, Ruby,' he said, taking my hand. 'Say that I'm right.'
'I want to, Paul.' I looked down. 'But I'm afraid.'
'Don't be,' he told me, reaching out to tilt my head toward him. 'I won't let anything happen to you.'
I stared at him with huge, wistful eyes. How could I explain? I wasn't worried about myself, I was concerned for him because as Grandmere Catherine always told me, defiance of fate just meant disaster for those you loved. Defying it was as futile as trying to hold back the tide.
'All right?' Paul pursued. 'Okay?'
'Oh, Paul.'
'It's settled then. Now,' he said, standing. 'I'm going in to apologize to your grandmother.'
I waited for him on the steps. He returned a few minutes later.
'Looks like I missed a real feast. It makes me so angry,' he said, gazing out at the road with eyes as furious as Grandpere Jack's could get. I didn't feel comfortable with him hating his parents. At least he had parents, a home, a family. He should hold on to those things and not risk them for the likes of me, I thought. 'My parents are unreasonable,' he declared firmly.
'They're just trying to do what they think is best for you, Paul,' I said.
'You're what's best for me, Ruby,' he replied quickly. 'They're just going to have to understand that.' His blue eyes gleamed with determination. 'Well, I'd better go back,' he said. 'Once again, I'm sorry I ruined your dinner, Ruby.'
'It's over now, Paul.' I stood up and we gazed at each other for a long moment. What did the Tates fear would happen if Paul loved me? Did they really believe my Landry blood would corrupt him? Or was it merely that they wanted him to know only girls from rich families?
He took my hand into his.
'I swear,' he said, 'I'll never let them do anything to hurt you again.'
'Don't fight with your parents, Paul. Please,' I begged.
'I'm not fighting with them; they're fighting with me,' he replied. 'Good night,' he said, and leaned forward to kiss me quickly on the lips. Then he went to his motor scooter and drove into the night. I watched him disappear in the darkness. When I turned around, I saw Grandmere Cather-ne standing in the doorway.
'He's a nice young man,' she said, 'but you can't rip a Cajun man away from his mother and father. It will tear his heart in two. Don't put all your heart in this, Ruby. Some things are just not meant to be,' she added, and turned around to go back into the house.
I stood there, the tears streaming down my face. For the first time, I understood why Grandpere Jack liked living in the swamp away from people.
Despite what had happened on Sunday, I still had high hopes for the Saturday night
