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My quickened heartbeat slowed, but the emptiness in my stomach that made it feel as if I had swallowed a dozen butterflies live continued. It would take time, I thought, and maybe even time wouldn't smooth the rough edges between me and Paul's parents, but for Paul's sake, I would try. Every day of this specially arranged marriage would be a day full of tests and questions. At least in the beginning. Despite all we had and all we would have, I had to question whether or not I could go through with it.
James returned to interrupt my heavy thoughts. "Mr. Tate is on the phone, madame," he said.
"Oh. Thank you, James." I started for the house, realizing I didn't know exactly where the closest phone was.
"You can take it right here on the patio," James said, and nodded toward the table and chairs. A telephone had been placed on a small bamboo stand beside one of the chairs.
"Thank you, James." I laughed to myself. The servants were more familiar with my new home than I was. "Hello, Paul."
"Ruby, I'll be home very soon, but I had to call you to tell you about this stroke of luck. At least, I think it is," he said excitedly.
"What is it?"
"Our foreman here at the cannery knew this nice elderly woman who just lost her job as a nanny because the family's moving away. Her name is Mrs. Flemming. I just spoke to her on the phone and she can come to Cypress Woods this afternoon for a personal interview. I spoke with the family and they can't stop raving about her."
"How old is she?"
"Early sixties. She's been a widow for some time. She has a married daughter who lives in England. She misses her family and seeks
employment to be around children. If she works out, maybe we can hire her immediately and leave her with Pearl while we go to New Orleans."
"Oh, I don't know if I can do that so soon, Paul."
"Well, you'll see after you speak with her. Should I tell her to come around two?"
"Okay," I said.
"What's the matter? Aren't you happy about it?" he asked. Even through a telephone, Paul could sense when I was nervous or anxious, sad or happy.
"Yes, it's just that you keep moving so fast, I barely have time to catch my breath over one astounding thing when you present me with another."
He laughed. "That's my plan. To overwhelm you with good things, to drown you in happiness, so that you will never regret what we have done and why we have done it," he said. "Oh, my father is going to join us for lunch. He might arrive before I do, so . . ."
"Don't worry," I said.
"I'll call Mrs. Flemming and then I'll start for home. What's Letty making?"
"I was afraid to ask her," I said, suddenly realizing. He laughed.
"Just tell her you'll put the hoodoo on her if she doesn't behave," he said.
I hung up and sat back. I felt like I was in a pirogue going over one waterfall after another, with no chance to catch my breath.
"The little one's up, Mrs. Tate," Holly called from an upstairs window.
"Coming," I said. There wasn't time to think about anything now, but maybe Paul was right. Maybe that was for the best.
At lunch neither I nor Paul's father did or said anything to reveal we'd spoken earlier, but we were all nervous. Paul did most of the talking. He was so full of excitement, it would have taken a hurricane to slow him down. His conversation with his father finally centered around their business problems.
Promptly at two, Mrs. Flemming arrived in a taxi. Paul's father had left, but Paul had remained to greet her with me. The first thing that struck me about her was how close in size she was to Grandmere Catherine. Standing no taller than five feet three or four, Mrs. Flemming had the same doll-like, diminutive facial features: a button nose and small, delicate mouth with two bright grayish blue eyes. Her light silvery hair still had some strands of corn yellow running through it. She kept it pinned up in a soft bun with her bangs trimmed.
She presented her letter of reference and we all went into the living room to talk. But none of her previous experience, nor an arm's length of
references, would have made any difference if Pearl didn't take to her. A baby is completely reliant on its instincts, its feelings, I thought. The moment Mrs. Flemming saw my baby and the moment Pearl set eyes on her, my decision was made. Pearl smiled widely and didn't complain when Mrs. Flemming took her into her arms. It was as if they had known each other from the day Pearl had been born.
"Oh, what a precious little girl," Mrs. Flemming declared. "You are precious, you know, as precious as a pearl. Yes, you are."
Pearl laughed, shifted her eyes toward me as if she wanted to see whether or not I was jealous, and then gazed into Mrs. Flemming's loving face.
