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furious with every passing moment. It made his silverblue eyes glitter like stones in a cold stream.
I was going to speak to him again when Aunt Jeanne tapped me on the shoulder. "So what will you be doing this summer?" she asked me.
"I'm going to work at the hospital as a nurse's aide. Daddy thought it would be good experience for me."
"You're really serious about becoming a doctor, then?" she said with a smile.
"Yes, very serious."
She nodded. "Perhaps that's meant to be," she said, which made me think of my great-grandmother Catherine.
"Did you know my great-grandmother Catherine, Aunt Jeanne?"
"I knew about her. She was a very famous traiteur. I wish she were still around to help my mother. She's been seeing a traiteur, but this woman apparently doesn't have the healing powers your great-grandmother had. You don't mind being around sick people, seeing illness and blood?"
"No," I said. "I feel good whenever I can help someone who is ill."
She smiled. "Then perhaps Catherine's gift has been passed on to you." She stared at me with wondrous eyes and nodded. "Good luck, sweetheart, and someday come to see us in the bayou."
"I will," I said and swallowed. Mommy and Daddy had never forbidden me to go there, but their reluctance to return to the bayou made it seem like taboo.
"We've got to be going soon, but I wanted you to have this first," Aunt Jeanne said and handed me a small box. It wasn't gift-wrapped.
"Thank you," I said, a little surprised. Why hadn't she wrapped it and put it with the other gifts?
"Go on, open it," she added. I looked across the room and saw how Mommy was staring at us, her face full of fear. Her expression made my fingers tremble, but I finally opened the box to find a silver locket.
"There's a picture inside," Aunt Jeanne explained.
I pressed the release and opened the locket. There was a picture of Paul holding me as an infant in his arms, and he was wearing that palmetto hat. For a moment I couldn't speak. It was exactly the way I always envisioned him carrying me at the start of my recurring nightmare.
"I thought you would like to have that," Aunt Jeanne said.
"Yes, thank you."
"Do you remember him at all?" she asked.
"Just a little," I said.
"He was very fond of you, and you were very fond of him," she said wistfully. Then she took a deep breath and covered my hands with hers, shutting the locket at the same time. "But this isn't the time for any sadness. Put it someplace safe and look at it from time to time," she asked. I thanked her again, and she went to say good-bye to Daddy and Mommy.
Mommy came over to me immediately afterward. "I saw her give you something," she said.
I showed her, and she gasped. "I just knew it had something to do with Paul."
"Do the rest of the Tates really hate us, Mommy?" I asked.
"Let's just say we're not on their A-list," Mommy replied. She gazed at the picture again. "He was a very handsome man, wasn't he?"
"Yes."
She gave the locket back to me.
"It was nice of her to give you this, and it's right of her to try to be sure Paul is not forgotten. Keep the locket with your most precious possessions."
"I will, Mommy."
She smiled softly and returned to her guests.
A little while later, while I was talking with Dominique, a gallery owner who was trying to persuade Mommy to display my picture in his front window, Catherine approached.
"Claude's getting very upset. We all want to leave, Pearl. Lester and the others have already gone to his house. Are you coming or not?"
I bit down on my lower lip. A part of me did want to go, but another part argued against it. I looked across the room and saw Daddy laughing. The twins were gorging on strawberry shortcake with their friends. I could slip away without causing too much of a stir now, I thought.
"Let me talk to my mother," I said.
"Good.I'll tell Claude," Catherine said.
Mommy rarely missed anything happening around her. While she and her art world friends talked, she had her eyes on me. As I started toward her, she stepped