Pearl in the Mist

have excursions to the government buildings, the museums, the zoo. You know what the name 'Baton Rouge' means, don't you?' he asked.

'In French it means 'red stick',' I said.

Gisselle glared. 'I knew that too. I just didn't say it as quickly as she did,' she told Daddy.

'Oui, but do you know why it's called that?' I didn't and Gisselle certainly had no idea, nor did she care. 'The name refers to a tall cypress tree stripped of its bark and draped with freshly killed animals that marked the boundary between the hunting grounds of the two Indian tribes at the time,' he explained.

'Peachy,' Gisselle said. 'Freshly killed animals, ugh.'

'It's our second-largest city and one of the country's largest ports.'

'Full of oil smoke,' Gisselle said.

'Well, the hundred miles or so of coastline to New Orleans is known as the Petrochemical Gold Coast, but it's not just oil up here. There are great sugar plantations too. It's also called the Sugar Bowl of America.'

'Now we don't have to attend history class,' Gisselle said.

Daddy frowned. It seemed he could do nothing to cheer her up. He looked at me and I winked, which made him smile.

'How did you find this school anyway?' she suddenly inquired. 'Why couldn't you find one closer to New Orleans?'

'Daphne is the one who found it, actually. She keeps up on this sort of thing. It's a highly respected school and it's been around for a long time, with a long tradition of excellence. It's financed through donations and tuition from wealthy Louisianans, but mainly from an endowment granted to it from the Clairborne family through its sole surviving member, Edith Dilliard Clairborne.'

'I bet she's a dried-up hundred-year-old relic,' Gisselle said.

'She's about seventy. Her niece Martha Ironwood is the chief administrator. What you would call the principal. So you see, you're right in what we call the rich old Southern tradition,' Daddy said proudly.

'It's a school without boys,' Gisselle said. 'We might as well check into a nunnery.'

Daddy roared with laughter. 'I'm sure it's nothing like that, honey. You'll see.'

'I can't wait. This is such a long, boring ride. Put on the radio at least,' Gisselle demanded. 'And not one of those stations that play that Cajun music. Get the top forties,' she ordered.

Daddy did so, but instead of brightening her outlook it lulled her to sleep, and for the remainder of the trip, Daddy and I had some quiet conversations. I loved it when he was willing to tell me about his trips to the bayou and his romance with my mother.

'I made a lot of promises to her that I couldn't keep,' he said regretfully, 'but one promise I will keep: I will see that you and Gisselle have the best of everything, especially the best opportunities. Of course,' he added, smiling, 'I didn't know you existed. I've always thought your arrival in New Orleans was a miracle I didn't deserve. No matter what's happened since,' he added pointedly.

How I had come to love him, I thought as my eyes watered with happy tears. It was something Gisselle couldn't understand. More than once she had tried to get me to hate our father. I thought it was because she was jealous of the relationship that had quickly developed between us. But she was forever reminding me that he had deserted my mother in the bayou after he had made her pregnant while he was married to Daphne. Then he compounded his sins by agreeing to let his father purchase the baby.

'What kind of a man does such a thing?' she would ask, stabbing at me with her questions and accusations.

'People make mistakes when they're young, Gisselle.'

'Don't believe it. Men know what they're doing and what they want from us,' she'd said with her eyes small, the look cynical.

'He's been sorry about it ever since,' I had said. 'And he's trying to do what he can to make up for it. If you love him, you will do whatever you can to make his suffering less.'

'I am,' she'd said joyfully. 'I help him by getting him to buy me whatever I want whenever I want it.'

She's incorrigible, I thought. Not even Nina and one of her voodoo queens could recite a chant or find a powder to change her. But someday, something would. I felt sure of that; I just didn't know what it would be or when.

'There's Baton Rouge ahead,' Daddy announced some time later. The spires of the capitol building loomed above the trees in the downtown area. I saw the huge oil refineries and aluminum plants along the east bank of the Mississippi. 'The school is higher up, so you'll have a great view.'

Gisselle woke up when he turned off the Interstate and took the side roads, passing a number of impressive- looking antebellum homes that had been restored: two-story mansions with columns. We passed one beautiful home that had Tiffany glass windows and a bench swing on the lower galerie. Two little girls were on it, both with golden brown pigtails and dressed in identical pink dresses and black leather saddle shoes. I imagined they were sisters, and my mind started to create a fantasy in which I saw myself and Gisselle growing up together in such a home with Daddy and our real mother. How different it all could have been.

'Just a little farther,' Daddy said and nodded toward a hill. When he made another turn, the school came into view. First we saw the large iron letters spelling out the word GREENWOOD over the main entrance, which consisted of two square stone columns. A wrought-iron fence ran for what looked like acres to the right and to the left. I saw some buttonbush along the foot of the fence, its dark green leaves gleaming around the little white balls of white. Along a good deal of the fence were vines of trumpet creepers with orange blossoms.

From both sides of our car we could see rolling green lawns and tall red oak, hickory, and magnolia trees. Gray squirrels leapt gracefully from branch to branch as if they could fly. I saw a red woodpecker pause on a branch to look our way. There were stone walkways with short hedges and fountains everywhere, some with little stone statues of squirrels, rabbits, and birds.

An enormous garden led to the main building--rows and rows of flowers, tulips, geraniums, irises, golden