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"Right?"

I looked at him, too. "Yes," I said. "I believe in

Grandmere Catherine's wishes and prophecies." "Well, then, you have to blend in." She sat back

and thought a moment. "It will be quite a challenge,"

she said, nodding. "And somewhat of an interesting

one."

"Of course it will be," Pierre said.

"Do you think I could ever get her to the point

where people really wouldn't know the difference

between them?" Daphne asked my father. I wasn't

sure I liked her tone. It was still as if I were some

uncivilized aborigine, some wild animal that had to be

housebroken.

"Of course you could, darling. Look at how

well you've done with Gisselle, and we both know

there's a wild streak in her, don't we?" he said,

smiling.

"Yes. I have managed to harness and subdue

that part of her, the Cajun part," Daphne said

disdainfully.

"I am not wild, madame," I said, nearly spitting my words back at her. "My grandmere Catherine taught me only good things and we went to church

regularly, too."

"It's not something people teach you, per se,"

she replied. "It's something you can't help, something

in your heritage," she insisted. "But Pierre's blue

blood and my guidance have been strong enough to

conquer that part of Gisselle. If you will help, if you

really want to become part of this family, I might be

able to do it with you, too.

"Although, she's had years and years of poor

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