promised.
 
 "We'll see. Wait until Gisselle works you over.
 
 Well, I see you've been brought a nightgown to use
 
 and there's a pair of slippers beside the bed." He
 
 opened a closet and there was a pink silk robe hanging
 
 in it. "Here's a robe, too. You'll find all you need in
 
 the bathroom--new toothbrush, soaps, but should you
 
 need anything, just ask. I want you to treat this house
 
 as your home as soon as you can," he added. "Thank you."
 
 "Well, get comfortable and have a nice sleep. If
 
 you get up before the rest of us do, which is quite
 
 possible the morning after Mardi Gras, just go down
 
 to the kitchen and Nina will fix you some breakfast." I nodded and he said good night, closing the
 
 door softly behind him as he left.
 
 For a long moment I simply stood there gaping
 
 at everything. Was I really here, transported over time
 
 and distance into a new world, a world where I would
 
 have a real mother and father, and as soon as she
 
 could accept it, a real sister, too?
 
 I went into the bathroom and discovered the
 
 soaps scented with the fragrance of gardenias and the
 
 bottles of bubble bath powder. I drew myself a hot
 
 bath and luxuriated in the silky smoothness of the
 
 sweet-smelling bubbles. Afterward, I put on Gisselle's
 
 scented nightgown and crawled under the soft sheet
 
 and down bedspread.
 
 I felt like Cinderella.
 
 But just like Cinderella, I couldn't help feeling
 
 trepidation; I couldn't help being frightened by the
 
 ticking of the clock that swung its hands around to