Butterfly (Orphans 1)

I shook my head.

"My brother," Celine explained, "is what is generally known as a spoiled brat. No matter how much money my parents were willing to spend on him or what they were willing to do, he always managed to spoil it," she said, glaring at him.

"I always did choke on that silver spoon," he said with another shrug. "Mildred," he called when she appeared, "you've outdone yourself with this veal. It's as succulent as a virgin's lips," he said, smacking his own lips together. Mildred turned bright pink.

"Daniel!" Celine cried.

"Just trying to be complimentary," he said, "and appreciative." He leaned toward me to whisper loudly. "My sister always complains that I'm not

appreciative."

I looked at Sanford, who put his silverware down a little harder than usual.

"How are things at the printing company, Daniel?" Sanford asked.

Daniel straightened in his chair and wiped his mouth with a napkin.

"Well, when I left for my vacation, we were down five percent from this period last year, which raised father's blood pressure five percent, but when I stopped by late today to pick up my mail, he told me we had been given the Glenn golf clubs account and that spiked us back to where we were, so his blood pressure improved. I swear his heart is connected to the Dow-Jones. If there's a crash, it's curtains," he said, slicing his forefinger across his Adam's apple.

"You can ridicule him all you want, Daniel, but he built a successful business for you and a

comfortable life for both of us," Celine scolded.

"Yes, yes, I suppose so. I'm just having fun," he confessed to me. "Something my brother-in-law here doesn't have much of because he works too hard. All work and no play, Sanford," he warned. Then he gazed at me. "So," he said, "you're taking dance lessons, I hear."

"Yes," I said softly.

"And she's doing very well," Celine added.

"That's nice." He sat back. "I must say, sister dear, you and Mr. Glass chose a little gem here. I'm impressed, Sanford."

"We're very fond of Janet and we hope she's growing fond of us," Sanford replied, and I was glad to see him smile.

"Are you?" Daniel asked me with that impish twinkle in his eyes.

"Yes," I said quickly.

He laughed.

"Are you sure I can't take her for a little ride on the cycle?"

"Absolutely sure," Celine said. "If you want to go out and be reckless, I can't stop you, but you won't be reckless with my daughter," she told him. "Not now," she added, "now that she's on the threshold of becoming someone very special."

"Really?" Daniel said, gazing at me across the table. He smiled. "I would have thought she was already someone special. Even before she came here," he added, dazzling me with his smile

I couldn't help liking him even though Celine's expression and harsh words made it clear she disapproved.

After dinner Daniel and Sanford went off to the den to talk and Celine and I went to the living room, where she apologized for her brother's behavior.

"Your new uncle is really good-hearted, but he's just a bit lost at the moment. We're doing our best to help him," she said. "It's difficult. His problem is he hasn't any goals. He has no focus, and that's the most important thing to have in life, Janet, focus and determination. He doesn't want anything enough to sacrifice and suffer some pain. He's too selfish and indulgent," she continued.

She gazed up at her own portrait above the mantel and sighed.

"We came from the same home, had the same parents, but sometimes, sometimes, he seems like a stranger to me."

"Did he ever want to dance, too?" I asked.

"Daniel?" she laughed. "Daniel has two left feet and he doesn't have the attention span to learn a single exercise. But," she said sighing again, "he's my brother. I have to love him."