there were twins. On the day Gisselle and I were born,
 
 my grandmere Catherine kept me when my grandpere
 
 Jack took the first baby, Gisselle, out to the limousine
 
 where your family was waiting."
 
 "Great story," Lyle said with a wry smile on his
 
 face.
 
 "It's true!" I snapped at him, and then turned
 
 back to Uncle Jean. "Daphne, Daddy's wife, resents
 
 me, Uncle Jean. She's been very cruel to me ever
 
 since I arrived. She told me she was bringing me here
 
 to see you but secretly she made arrangements with
 
 Dr. Cheryl and his staff to keep me here for
 
 observation and evaluation. She's doing everything
 
 she can to get rid of me. She's--"
 
 "Aaaaa,"Uncle Jean cried. I stopped, my heart pounding. Was he about to scream and pound his
 
 dish?
 
 "Easy," Lyle warned. "You're going too fast for
 
 him."
 
 "I'm sorry, Uncle Jean," I said. "But I wanted to
 
 see you and tell you how much Daddy suffers because
 
 you're in here. He's so sick with grief, he cries in your
 
 room often and in fact, he's been so upset recently, he
 
 couldn't come to see you on your birthday."
 
 "His birthday? This isn't his birthday," Lyle
 
 said. "They make a big deal over everyone's birthday
 
 here. His isn't for another month."
 
 "It doesn't surprise me. Daphne simply lied to
 
 get me to come along with her. I would have anyway,
 
 Uncle Jean," I said, turning back to him. "I wanted to
 
 see you very much."