"I don't want to go into it all now. It does
 
 depress me," she added, eyes wide. "Anyway, I've
 
 tried and I continue to try to do everything in my
 
 power to make Pierre happy. The most important
 
 thing to remember if you're going to live here is that
 
 we must have harmony in our house. Petty arguments,
 
 little intrigues and plots, jealousies and betrayals have
 
 no place in the House of Dumas.
 
 "Pierre is so happy about your existence and
 
 arrival that he is blind to the problems we are about to
 
 face," she continued. When she spoke, she spoke with
 
 such a firm, regal tone, I couldn't do anything but
 
 listen, my eyes fixed on her. "He doesn't understand
 
 the immensity of the task ahead. I know how different
 
 a world you come from and the sort of things you're
 
 used to doing and having."
 
 "What sort of things, madame?" I asked,
 
 curious myself. "Just things," she said firmly, her eyes
 
 sharp. "It's not a topic ladies like to discuss." "I do
 
 n't want or do anything like that," I
 
 protested.
 
 "You don't even realize what you've done, what
 
 sort of life you've led up until now. I know Cajuns
 
 have a different sense of morality, different codes of
 
 behavior."
 
 "That's not so, madame," I replied, but she
 
 continued as though I hadn't.
 
 "You won't realize it until you've been . . . been
 
 educated and trained and enlightened," she declared. "Since your arrival is so important to Pierre, I
 
 will do my best to teach you and guide you, of course;