stay on the grounds, especially on the weekends. Why
can't we take taxis to the city, go to a movie, go
shopping?"
"You're there to study and work, not vacation.
If you need more money for some emergency, you
can phone Bruce at the office and explain what it is
and he'll see to it the money is delivered--taken from
your trust, of course.
"Neither of you need anything new in your
wardrobe. Your father overindulged you both when it
came to clothing. He insisted I take you shopping
when you first arrived, Ruby. Remember?"
"I thought you wanted to do that," I said softly. "I did what I had to do to maintain some social
dignity. I couldn't have you living here and looking
like a runaway Cajun, could I? But your father didn't think I had bought enough. There was never enough for his precious twins. Between both your closets, I could open a department store. Bruce knows our bills.
Isn't that so, Bruce?"
"Quite true," he said, nodding and smiling. "Explain the trust to them simply and quickly,
Bruce, if you please," Daphne told him.
He pulled himself up and gazed at some
documents on the desk. "Quite simply, all your basic
needs are provided for: your schooling, your travel
expenses, necessities, and some money for luxuries,
gifts, et cetera. As it is required, it is drawn out when
Daphne signs for it. If you need an extra stipend, put it
in writing and send it to the office, and I'll look into
it."
"Put it in writing? What are we, employees
now?" Gisselle demanded.
"Hardly employees," Daphne said, her voice
hard, her smile faint and sardonic. "Employees have