"Finally, I was able to get my father interested
 
 in some hunting trips. We traveled to the bayou to
 
 hunt duck and geese and contracted with your
 
 grandpere Jack to guide us, That was how I met
 
 Gabrielle."
 
 "I know," I said.
 
 "You have to understand how dark and dreary
 
 my life seemed to me during those days. My
 
 handsome, charming brother's wonderful future had
 
 been violently ended, my mother had died, my wife
 
 couldn't have children, and my father was slipping
 
 away day by day.
 
 "Suddenly. . . I'll never forget that moment . . . I
 
 turned while unloading our car by the dock, and I saw
 
 Gabrielle strolling along the bank of the canal. The
 
 breeze lifted her hair and made it float around her,
 
 hair as dark red as yours. She wore this angelic smile.
 
 My heart stopped and then my blood pounded so
 
 close to the surface, I felt my cheeks turn crimson. "A rice bird lighted on her shoulder and when
 
 she extended her arm, it pranced down to her hand
 
 before flying off. I still hear that silver laugh of hers,
 
 that childlike, wonderful laugh that was carried in the
 
 breeze to my ears.
 
 "Who is that?' I asked your grandfather. "Just my daughter,' he said.
 
 "Just his daughter? I thought, a goddess who
 
 seemed to emerge from the bayou. Just his daughter? "I couldn't help myself, you see. I was never so
 
 smitten. Every chance I had to be with her, near her,
 
 speak to her, I took. And soon, she was doing the
 
 same thing--looking forward to being with me, "I couldn't hide my feeling from my father, but
 
 he didn't stand in my way. In fact, I'm sure he was