"Right?"
I looked at him, too. "Yes," I said. "I believe in
Grandmere Catherine's wishes and prophecies." "Well, then, you have to blend in." She sat back
and thought a moment. "It will be quite a challenge,"
she said, nodding. "And somewhat of an interesting
one."
"Of course it will be," Pierre said.
"Do you think I could ever get her to the point
where people really wouldn't know the difference
between them?" Daphne asked my father. I wasn't
sure I liked her tone. It was still as if I were some
uncivilized aborigine, some wild animal that had to be
housebroken.
"Of course you could, darling. Look at how
well you've done with Gisselle, and we both know
there's a wild streak in her, don't we?" he said,
smiling.
"Yes. I have managed to harness and subdue
that part of her, the Cajun part," Daphne said
disdainfully.
"I am not wild, madame," I said, nearly spitting my words back at her. "My grandmere Catherine taught me only good things and we went to church
regularly, too."
"It's not something people teach you, per se,"
she replied. "It's something you can't help, something
in your heritage," she insisted. "But Pierre's blue
blood and my guidance have been strong enough to
conquer that part of Gisselle. If you will help, if you
really want to become part of this family, I might be
able to do it with you, too.
"Although, she's had years and years of poor