'To the nut house? Are you crazy?'
'You used to go,' I reminded her.
'Once in a blue moon and only because of Daddy,' she said. 'I hated it.'
'But . . . just for Christmas.'
'Pleeeze,' she moaned.
'Take Beau, if you like,' Daphne said. I stared at her in disbelief. I was speechless. 'There are gifts here from your Cajun half brother, I believe,' she said. 'Bruce.'
He fetched them quickly and brought them to us. They were beautiful diaries with hand-carved Cyprus wood covers depicting a scene in the swamp with Spanish moss, an alligator poking up its head, and terns swooping toward the water.
'A diary!' Gisselle blurted. 'Like I would ever write down my secrets.' She laughed.
'Well,' Daphne said, looking first at Bruce, 'we have a secret that we're about to announce. It's another Christmas present,' she said. Gisselle widened her eyes and sat back in her chair as Bruce moved closer to Daphne. She reached up to take his hand and then turned to us and said, 'Bruce and I are going to be married.'
'Married! When?' Gisselle demanded.
'After the proper length of time since your father's death passes.' She stared at us, her eyes raking our faces for clues to our true reactions. 'I hope the two of you will be happy for us and welcome Bruce to the family as your new father. I know it's a bit overwhelming for you at first, but it would be best if we would be seen as a united family. Can I depend on the two of you?' she asked, and suddenly I realized why she had been so sweet.
This wedding was going to be a major social affair among the upper classes in New Orleans, and it was important to Daphne that it go as perfectly as a royal event. It would be in all the social columns and our family would be the center of attention from the day of announcement to the actual wedding. Important people would be invited to dinners between now and then, and Daphne certainly wanted us all to be seen together at the theater or the opera.
'I know I can't replace your father in your eyes,' Bruce began, 'but I'd like the chance to try. I will do all that I can to be a real father to you.'
'Can you talk our mother into letting us come back home to live and go to school?' Gisselle demanded quickly.
Daphne's smile faded. 'Just finish out the year at Greenwood, Gisselle. Bruce and I have a lot to do without worrying about you and your sister's daily needs. I'll give you permission to leave the grounds and I'll see to it that your allowances are increased,' she added.
Gisselle weighed the compromises.
'We haven't heard a word from you yet, Ruby,' Daphne said, focusing on me.
'I hope you'll both be happy,' I said. We fixed our eyes on each other for a moment, gazing across the room like two gladiators considering whether to begin a new battle or settle for a truce. She decided to accept my cold blessing.
'Thank you. Well, now that all this has ended, we can go and have our Christmas Day breakfast.' She put down her coffee cup and started to stand.
'Wait,' Gisselle cried. She threw a look at me and then smiled at Daphne and Bruce. 'I do have a surprise, something I've been saving for my Christmas present to you, Mother. And now,' she added, 'it can be your first wedding present too.'
Daphne sat back cautiously. 'And what would that be, Gisselle?'
'This!' Gisselle said, and she started to rise out of the chair, pretending it was a mammoth struggle. Daphne's face went from bewilderment to glee. Bruce laughed and put his hand on Daphne's shoulder. I watched as Gisselle tottered, steadied herself, took deep breaths, grimaced as if in pain, and then let go of the arms of her chair to stand free. She wobbled with her eyes closed and then, pretending it took all her concentration and strength, made one small step forward and then another. She looked like she was going to fall, so Bruce raced to embrace her and she collapsed in his arms.
'Oh Gisselle, how wonderful!' Daphne cried. Gisselle gulped in some air, her hand pressed to her chest, milking the event for all it was worth.
'I've been working on it,' she gasped. 'I knew I could get up and I have taken a step or two before, but I wanted to walk all the way to you. I'm so disappointed,' she moaned. 'I'll try again.'
'That's all right. Your just doing this much is a wonderful Christmas present, isn't it, Bruce?'
'It sure is,' he said, still holding her firmly. 'You'd better take it easy.' He guided her back to her wheelchair. As he helped her into it, she glanced triumphantly at me.
'Did you know about this, Ruby?' Daphne asked.
I looked at Gisselle and then at Daphne. 'No,' I said. This was a house and a family built on lies. My addition wouldn't even be noticed, and I was convinced Daphne and Gisselle deserved one another's deceit and conniving.
'What a surprise. And to keep it from everyone, even your twin sister, just so you could do it first for us. This is very nice of you, Gisselle.'
'I promise, Mother,' Gisselle pledged, 'that I will work hard at regaining my ability to walk and be right behind you when you go down the aisle to marry Bruce.'
'That would be . . . just fantastic.' She looked at Bruce. 'Think of how the wedding guests will react. Why, it's as if . . . as if my new marriage restored the health of this family.'
'So you see, Mother,' Gisselle said, 'I can't go back to Greenwood now. I need daily rehabilitation work and Nina's good cooking instead of that dormitory slop. Just get me a tutor and let me stay here.'
