'And we will!' Jeanne declared. 'We'll help with the baby, won't we, Toby? We'll be real aunts.'
'Sure,' Toby said. She gazed at Pearl. 'I've baby-sat enough to know how to take care of an infant.'
'Pearl will get more love and attention than she can stand,' Jeanne promised.
'That's all I want,' I said. 'That's all I really want. And all of us to become a family.'
'Mother is still quite speechless, isn't she, Toby?' Jeanne said.
'Daddy isn't exactly bursting with pride and happiness either,' she said.
'Maybe Daddy doesn't want to face the fact that he's a Grandpere so soon,' Jeanne quipped. 'Don't you think that's it, Ruby?' she asked.
I stared at her for a moment and then smiled. 'Yes, probably,' I said. It was uncomfortable to stand waist-high in deceptions and half-truths, but for now there was no other way, I thought.
Jeanne tried to wrangle a dinner invitation out of Paul, but he insisted they leave and return with their parents tomorrow.
'When we'll have a real celebration,' he said. 'Ruby and I are just very tired and we need to be alone, rest up,' he explained.
Toby smirked, but after Jeanne flashed her face of disappointment, she burst into a smile and exclaimed, 'Of course you should. It's your honeymoon!'
Paul shifted his eyes toward me quickly and blushed.
'As usual, Jeanne puts her foot in her mouth,' Toby said. 'Come on, sister dear, let's go home.'
'What did I say?'
'It's all right, Jeanne,' I told her. We all hugged again and they left.
'Sorry about that,' Paul said, glaring after them. 'I should have warned you about my sisters. They've been spoiled and think they can have anything and everything. Don't put up with their antics. Just let them know their place and everything will be fine,' he assured me. 'Okay?'
'Yes,' I said, but it was more of a prayer than an answer.
That evening we were served the wonderful dinner. Paul talked about his oil fields and some of his other ideas for business. He told me he had made reservations for us in New Orleans and we would be going the day after tomorrow.
'So soon?'
'No sense in postponing what has to be done here. And remember, I want you at your art,' he said.
Yes, I thought, it was time to return to my second great love—painting. After dinner, Paul and I wandered through the great house and discussed what we would do to complete the furnishing and the decorations. I finally realized how big a task it was going to be and wondered aloud if I was capable of doing it.
'Of course you are,' he assured me. 'But maybe I can get Mother to help. She loves doing this sort of thing,' he said. 'You can learn a lot from my mother,' he added. 'She's a woman of refined taste. Not that you aren't,' he added quickly. 'It's just that she's been buying expensive things longer than you have,' he said, smiling.
'How rich are we, Paul?' I asked. Was there no end to the possibilities?
He smiled. 'With the price of oil rising and the wells producing four to five hundred percent more than predicted . . . we're millionaires many times over, Ruby. Your rich stepmother and your twin sister are paupers next to us.'
'Don't let them know it,' I said, 'or they'll be heartbroken.'
Paul laughed. I confessed to being tired. Exhausted was more like it. It had been a roller-coaster day emotionally, one moment full of depression and sadness and the next moment taken to the height of happiness. I went upstairs and prepared for my first night in my beautiful new home. Once again, Paul surprised me. I found a pretty nightgown, robe, and slippers laid out on my bed. Holly had been in on the surprise. When I thanked Paul, he pretended he didn't know a thing about it.
'Must be your fairy godmother,' he said.
I looked in on Pearl. She slept so contentedly in her pretty new crib. I leaned in and kissed her on the forehead and then I returned to my own bedroom and slipped into my own large bed with its fluffy pillows and soft mattress.
The overcast and rain had moved southeast and the cloud cover had broken up to permit some moonlight to fall over our great house and spill through my windows. I lay there, comfortable, but still full of trepidation about all our tomorrows. Then I heard a gentle knock on the adjoining door.
'Yes?'
Paul opened it and looked in. 'Are you all right?'
'Yes, Paul. Fine.'
'Comfortable?' he asked, remaining in the doorway, silhouetted.
'Very.'
'May I kiss you good night?' he asked in a small voice. I was quiet a moment.
'Yes,' I said.
He approached, leaned over, and pressed his lips to my cheek. I thought that would be it, but he moved toward my lips, so I turned away. I could feel his disappointment. He lingered inches from me and then straightened up.
