her chair. Gisselle had been wheeled in and she

waited too, fidgeting and looking very unhappy. I was

surprised to see Bruce seated at the dark pine

secretary. Would he be present at all our family

discussions now?

"Sit down," Daphne ordered, nodding at the

chair beside Gisselle. I took it quickly.

"Is Paul gone?" Gisselle asked.

"Yes."

"Quiet, the two of you. I didn't gather you here

to discuss some Cajun boy."

"He's not a boy; he's a young man," I said.

"And the manager of his father's factory."

"Fine. I hope he becomes king of the swamp.

Now," she said, putting her hands on the arms of the

chair, "the two of you will be leaving early in the

morning, so I wanted to get some matters straightened

out and some business conducted before I retire to my

suite. I'm exhausted from all this."

"Then why do we have to leave tomorrow?"

Gisselle whined. "We're exhausted too."

"It's settled: You're leaving," Daphne said, her

eyes big. She calmed herself again and continued.

"First, I'm cutting in half the amount of money your father was sending you. You have little or no use for spending money while you attend Greenwood

anyway."

"That's not true!" Gisselle countered. "In fact, if

you give us permission to leave the grounds--" "I'm not about to do that. Do you think I'm a

fool?" She glared at Gisselle as if she expected an

answer. "Do you?" she taunted.

"No," Gisselle said, "but it's boring having to

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