everyone else's life as miserable as her own.
'Sure,' she whined, 'take someone else's side, just like you always do. We're twins, but do you ever act like we are? Do you?'
I closed my eyes and counted to ten.
'All right, what is it you want, Gisselle? Do you want Samantha to move out or don't you?'
'Of course I do! She's a pathetic little . . . virgin!' she thundered. Then she twisted her lips into a wry smile before adding, 'Who dreams of sleeping with Jonathan Peck.' She wheeled toward her. 'Isn't that what you told me, Samantha? Don't you wonder what it would be like to have Jonathan touch your precious little breasts and kiss you below your belly button? And bring the tip of his tongue—'
'Stop it, Gisselle,' I screamed. She smiled at Samantha, who now had large tears streaming down her cheeks. She didn't know how to react, how to deal with this violent betrayal.
'Get your things together, Samantha,' I told her, 'and bring them into my room.'
'And I want any of my things that were left in there brought into MY room,' Gisselle commanded. 'Kate will help, won't you, Kate?' she asked, smiling at her.
'What? Oh, sure.'
Gisselle widened her smile for me, glared at Samantha, and then twirled her wheelchair about to return to her room, mumbling loudly about having to check all her things now to see what else Samantha had stolen or used.
'I didn't take any of her things. Honest,' Samantha exclaimed again.
'Just move out, Samantha, and don't try to explain or defend yourself,' I advised.
I didn't mind having a new roommate and I thought it would serve Gisselle right to have to struggle on her own for a while. Maybe then she would appreciate the help everyone else gave her. But whether it was out of spite or out of defiance, she surprised me by unpacking her own things, changing her dress and shoes for dinner, and fixing her own hair. Kate was given the privilege of wheeling her about now that Samantha was persona non grata. At least for a while, it looked like things would calm down.
After dinner that night, while Vicki was helping me catch up with the work I had missed in the classes she and I shared, Jacki came to my doorway to tell me I had a phone call. I hurried out, assuming it was either Beau or Paul, but it turned out to be Louis.
'I found out from Mrs. Penny about your father,' he began. 'I wanted to call you in New Orleans, but my cousin wouldn't give me the telephone number. She said it was inappropriate. Anyway, I'm sorry.'
'Thank you, Louis.'
'I know what it means to lose a parent,' he continued. He was silent for a moment and then he changed his tone of voice. 'I've been making slow but definite progress with my eyesight,' he said. 'I can distinguish shapes even better and more clearly. There's still a gray haze over everything, but my doctors are very optimistic.'
'I'm happy for you, Louis.'
'Can I see you soon? That sounds so great to say, 'see you.' Can I?'
'Yes, of course.'
'Come tomorrow. For dinner,' he said excitedly. 'I'll have the cook prepare a shrimp gumbo.'
'No, I can't for dinner. I have serving duty, and it wouldn't be right to ask anyone to take my place.'
'Then come after dinner.'
'I'll probably have loads of schoolwork to catch up on,' I said.
'Oh.' Disappointment dripped through the phone. 'Just give me a little while to catch up on everything,' I pleaded.
'Sure. I'm just so anxious to show you my progress. Progress,' he added softly, 'that came after I met you.'
'That's nice of you to say, Louis. But I don't know what I could have had to do with it.'
'I do,' he said cryptically. 'I'm warning you. I'll drive you crazy until you visit me,' he teased.
'All right,' I said, laughing. 'I'll come up on Sunday after dinner.'
'Good. Maybe by then I'll make even more progress and surprise you by telling you the color of your hair and the color of your eyes.'
'I hope so,' I said, but after I hung up the phone, I felt a dark anxiety spiral its way up from the bottom of my stomach to my heart, where it settled like a dull ache. It was nice to have Louis feel that I was helping him, and it was flattering to think I could have such a dramatic impact on so serious a problem as blindness, but I knew he was putting too much importance on me and developing too much reliance on my company. I was afraid he would think he was falling in love with me and that he might even imagine that I was falling in love with him. Soon, I promised myself, soon I would tell him about Beau. Only now I was afraid it might shatter his delicate improvement; and his grandmother and his cousin, Mrs. Ironwood, would only have something else to blame on rue.
I returned to my room and to my work and buried myself in the reading, the notes, and the studies because it kept me from thinking about all the sad things that had occurred and the heavy burdens I had been left to bear. The next day all of my teachers were understanding and cooperative, the warmest being Miss Stevens, of course. Returning to her class was like coming out of a dark, summer storm into the brightness of sunlight again. I returned to my unfinished paintings and we made a tentative date to meet at the lake on the school grounds Saturday morning to start some new work.
Over the next few days, Gisselle continued to surprise me and the others with her new independence. Except for Kate's wheeling her about at times, she took care of her own needs. She kept the door to her room shut tight whenever she was in there. Samantha, on the other hand, looked sad and lost. Whenever Gisselle was with Kate and Jacki, the three ignored her. She trailed after them like a puppy dog who had been kicked and driven from its
