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missing and had sent someone looking for me. I breathed relief when the bus arrived on time. I

got on quickly, but following Lyle's advice, I acted as

calmly and innocently as I could. I took my seat and

sat back with my magazine. Moments later, the bus

continued on its journey to New Orleans. We went

right past the main entrance of the institution. When it

was well behind us, I let out a breath. I was so happy

to be free, I couldn't help but cry. Afraid someone

would notice, I wiped away my tears quickly and

closed my eyes and suddenly thought about Uncle

Jean stuttering, "Jib . . . jib . . ."

The rhythm of the tires on the macadam

highway beat out the same chant: "Jib . . jib . . . jib." What was he trying to tell me? I wondered. When the New Orleans' skyline came into view,

I actually considered not returning to my home and

instead returning to the bayou. I wasn't looking

forward to the greeting I would receive from Daphne,

but then some of Grandmere Catherine's Cajun pride found its way into my backbone and I sat up straight and determined. After all, my father did love me. I was a Dumas and I did belong with him, too. Daphne

had no right to do the things she had done to me. By the time I got on the right city bus and then

changed for the streetcar and arrived at the house, I

was sure Dr. Cheryl had called Daphne and informed

her I was missing. That was confirmed for me the

moment Edgar greeted me at the door and I took one

look at his face.

"Madame Dumas is waiting for you," he said,

shifting his eyes to indicate all was not well. "She's in

the parlor." "Where's my father, Edgar?" I demanded. He shook his head first and then he replied in a

softer voice, "Upstairs, mademoiselle."

"Inform Madame Dumas that I've gone up to

see him first," I ordered. Edgar widened his eyes,

surprised at my insubordinat