there were twins. On the day Gisselle and I were born,
my grandmere Catherine kept me when my grandpere
Jack took the first baby, Gisselle, out to the limousine
where your family was waiting."
"Great story," Lyle said with a wry smile on his
face.
"It's true!" I snapped at him, and then turned
back to Uncle Jean. "Daphne, Daddy's wife, resents
me, Uncle Jean. She's been very cruel to me ever
since I arrived. She told me she was bringing me here
to see you but secretly she made arrangements with
Dr. Cheryl and his staff to keep me here for
observation and evaluation. She's doing everything
she can to get rid of me. She's--"
"Aaaaa,"Uncle Jean cried. I stopped, my heart pounding. Was he about to scream and pound his
dish?
"Easy," Lyle warned. "You're going too fast for
him."
"I'm sorry, Uncle Jean," I said. "But I wanted to
see you and tell you how much Daddy suffers because
you're in here. He's so sick with grief, he cries in your
room often and in fact, he's been so upset recently, he
couldn't come to see you on your birthday."
"His birthday? This isn't his birthday," Lyle
said. "They make a big deal over everyone's birthday
here. His isn't for another month."
"It doesn't surprise me. Daphne simply lied to
get me to come along with her. I would have anyway,
Uncle Jean," I said, turning back to him. "I wanted to
see you very much."