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I could cuddle in my luxurious comforter and I could close my eyes and put aside my own fears and think only of the wonderful things to do. I could dream of Pearl as a little girl with her own pony. I could dream of lawn parties and birthday parties and grand dinners. I could dream of my studio bright and full of new works.
What else should I wish for? I thought.
Wish for love, a tiny little voice whispered. Wish for love.
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Another New Family
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Very early the next morning, I heard the
adjoining door open and saw Paul poke his head around to check if I was awake. He was about to retreat when I called to him.
"Oh, I didn't mean to wake you," he said quickly.
"What time is it?"
"It's very early, but I wanted to check on the wells before going over to the cannery this morning. be home for lunch. Did you sleep well?"
"Yes. It's a very comfortable bed," I said. "And these pillows . . . it's like sleeping in a vat of butter."
He smiled. "Great. See you later, then." He closed the door and I rose and got dres
sed before Pearl woke. By the way she was giggling and playing in her crib, I saw that she, too, had enjoyed her first night in her new home. I dressed her and took her downstairs. After breakfast, I took Pearl up to the attic to plan out my studio and make a list of what I would buy when we were in New Orleans. When Pearl took her late morning nap, I went out to the side patio to watch the men Paul had hired work on our
landscaping.
The scent of new bamboo was in the air, and off in the distance, a pair of snow white egrets soared into the blue sky. I sighed with pleasure, dazzled. I was so entranced in my own visions of the rolling lawns, the flagstone walkways, the flower beds and bushes, that I didn't hear a car come up our drive, nor did I hear the door chimes.
James came out to the patio to inform me I had a visitor. Before I could go back into the house, Paul's father appeared. As soon as James retreated, Octavious hurriedly approach me. A chilling shiver ran down my spine.
"I told Paul I'd join you two for lunch and then go over to the wells with him, but I left early so I would have a chance to speak with you alone," he quickly explained.
"Mr. Tate . . ."
"You might as well start calling me Octavious or . . . Dad," he said, not quite bitterly, but not quite willingly either.
"Octavious, I know this is something you left my house believing I wouldn't go through with, but Paul was so heartbroken,--and after I had been attacked by Buster Trahaw--"
"Don't explain," he said. He took a deep breath and gazed out at the swamp. "What's done is done. Long ago," he continued, "I stopped believing that Fate or Destiny owes me anything. Whatever good fortune I have, whatever blessings I receive, I don't deserve. I live only to see my children and my wife happy and secure."
"Paul is very happy," I said.
"I know. But my wife. ." He looked down a moment and then raised his dark, sad eyes to me. "First off, she's terrified that somehow, because of this marriage, the truth will rear its ugly head in our small community and all of the make-believe she has constructed around Paul and herself will come crashing down. People think because we are a rich, successful family that we are as hard as rock, but behind closed doors . . . our tears are just as salty."
"I understand," I said.
"Do you?" He brightened. "Because I've come early to beg a favor."
"Of course," I said without hearing his request.
"I want you to keep the. . . for lack of a better word. . . illusion alive whenever you see her. Even though you know the truth and Gladys knows you know."
"You didn't have to ask me," I said. "I'd do it for Paul as well as for Mrs. Tate."
"Thank you," he said with relief, and then gazed around. "Well, this is quite a home Paul is building. He's a nice young man. He deserves his happiness. I'm very proud of him, always have been, and I know your mother would have been proud of him, too." He backed away. "Well. . . I.. . I'm just going out to speak to one of the workers in front," he stammered. "I'll wait for Paul. Thanks," he added, and quickly turned to disappear into the house.
