'I wish you had too,' she said, and when I gazed at her reflection in the mirror, I saw the deep, far-off look in her eyes.
'Mommy, you said you would tell me things today, things about the past.'
She nodded and pulled back her shoulders as if she were getting ready to sit down in the dentist's chair.
'What is it you want to know, Pearl?'
'You never really explained why you married your half brother, Paul,' I said quickly and lowered my eyes. Very few people knew that Paul Tate was Mommy's half brother.
'Yes, I did. I told you that you and I were alone, living in the bayou, and Paul wanted to protect and take care of us. He built Cypress Woods just for me.'
I remembered very little about Cypress Woods. We had never been back since Paul's death and the nasty trial for custody over me that had followed.
'He loved you more than a brother loves a sister?' I asked timidly. Just contemplating them together seemed sinful.
'Yes, and that was the tragedy we couldn't escape.'
'But why did you marry him if you were in love with Daddy and I had been born?'
'Everyone thought you were Paul's daughter,' she said. She smiled. 'In fact, some of Grandmere Catherine's friends were angry that he hadn't married me yet. I suppose I let them believe it just so they wouldn't think I was terrible.'
'Because you had gotten pregnant with Daddy and returned to the bayou?'
'Yes.'
'Why didn't you just stay in New Orleans?'
'My father had died, and life with Daphne and Gisselle was quite unpleasant. When Beau was sent to Europe, I ran off. Actually,' she said, 'Daphne wanted me to have an abortion.'
'She did?'
'You wouldn't have been born.'
I held my breath just thinking about it.
'So I returned to the bayou where Paul took care of us. He even helped me give birth to you. When I heard Daddy was engaged to someone in Europe, I finally gave in and married Paul.'
'But Daddy wasn't engaged?'
'It was one of those arranged things. He broke up with the young lady and returned to New Orleans. My sister had been seeing him. She had a way of getting whatever she wanted, and your father was just another trophy she wanted,' Mommy said, not without a touch of bitterness in her voice.
'Daddy married Gisselle because she looked so much like you, right?' It was something I had squeezed out of Daddy when he had decided to stem the flood of questions I poured at him.
'Yes,' Mommy said.
'But neither of you were happy?'
'No, although Paul did so much for us. I devoted all my time to my art and to you. But then, when Gisselle became sick and comatose . . .'
'You took her place.' I knew that story. 'And then?'
'She died, and there was the terrible trial after Paul's tragic death in the swamp. Gladys Tate wanted vengeance. But you knew most of that, Pearl.'
'Yes, but, Mommy . . .'
'What, honey?'
I lifted my eyes to gaze at her loving face. 'Why did you get pregnant if you weren't married to Daddy?' I asked. Mommy was so wise now; how could she not have been wise enough to know what would happen back then? I had to ask her even though it was a very personal question. I knew most of my girlfriends, including Catherine, could never have such an intimate conversation with their mothers.
'We were so much in love we didn't think. But that's not an excuse,' she added quickly.
'Is that what happens, why some women get pregnant without being married? They're too much in love to care?'
'No. Some just get too caught up with sex and lose control. You can be the smartest girl in school, the best reader, have the highest grades, but when it comes to your hormones , well, just be careful,' she said.
'It doesn't seem fair,' I said.
'What?'
'That men don't face the same risks.'
Mommy laughed. 'Well, let that be another reason why you don't let a young man talk you into something you don't want to do. Maybe if men knew what it was like to give birth, they wouldn't be so nonchalant about it all.'
'They should feel the same labor pains,' I said.
'And get sick in the morning and walk around with their stomachs hanging low and their backs aching,' Mommy added.
