"And I'll go in to see Gisselle and tell her the
 
 truth, but she won't believe me, Daddy. You'll have to
 
 come up and speak with her, too," I told him. He
 
 nodded.
 
 "I will." He kissed me and held me for a
 
 moment. "Gabrielle would be so proud of you, so
 
 proud."
 
 He straightened up, pulled back his shoulders,
 
 and left. I gazed at Uncle Jean's photographs for a
 
 moment and then I went to tell my sister who her
 
 mother really was.
 
 "Where have you been?" Gisselle demanded.
 
 "Mother's been home for hours and hours. I kept
 
 asking for you and they kept telling me you weren't
 
 here. Then Mother came by and told me you ran
 
 away. I knew you wouldn't stay away long," she
 
 added confidently. "Where would you go, back to the
 
 bayou and live with those dirty swamp people?" Because I didn't say anything immediately, her
 
 smile of self-satisfaction evaporated.
 
 "Why are you standing there like that? Where
 
 were you?" she wailed. "I needed you. I can't stand
 
 that nurse anymore."
 
 "Mother lied to you, Gisselle," I said calmly. "Lied?"
 
 I walked over to her bed and sat on it to face
 
 her in her wheelchair.
 
 "I didn't run away," I said. "Don't you
 
 remember? We were going to the institution to see
 
 Uncle Jean, only--"
 
 "Only what?"
 
 "She had other intentions. She brought me there