spoon to top off the slices than in two young men who flirted with her each time she strode by, which was often.
As soon as I saw the double-chocolate cheesecake with carved chocolate flowers on top, I knew I had to have it. Rachel had one too, I remember. I felt as if we had shared a secret when we bothpointed to the same cake and smiled with anticipation at the same time. Again, I was struck by her beauty: the way her cheekbones lifted when she smiled and how the skin around her eyes stretched into half moons. She had the brightest blonde hair Iâd ever seen, like gold thread, without a hint of white or brown. When she looked directly at me, I could feel myself go slightly numb.
The young woman served us our cakes and milkshakes and we dove in, hardly speaking for a few moments as we enjoyed our dessert. The music from a couple of the clubs had started, taunting us a little, but for the moment we were happy where we were. I was beginning to relax in their company, not to feel so guarded, when Caroline asked about my mother and father again.
âSo what do they do?â
âMy fatherâs a carpenter,â I said, placing the cloth napkin over my lips so as not to talk with my mouth full and wide open. âMy mother doesnât work.â
I hoped my answer pleased them. I had no idea what their parents did for a living, and I still didnât want them to know about my motherâs illness.
âMy mom works on the weekends. Sheâs also taking a class to learn English. She can get by around here. Ottawaâs full of French people anyway, but she wants a promotion,â Caroline said. âIt doesnât matter that she knows English. Because of the rules she has to have a certificate.â
I was relieved that they might not all be as well off as Iâd first thought. I knew the school was expensive, but it was evidently not out of reach for parents who really wanted their children to go there,if they made sacrifices. Like my own parents had supposedly done.
âMaman says she doesnât want me to turn out like my sister. Thatâs why Iâm getting a solid Catholic education.â Caroline tightened her lips and pointed her finger at me in imitation of her mother as she furrowed her brow. The girls laughed so I joined them.
âAiméeâs not so bad,â Francine blurted between mouthfuls. âI mean, from what youâve told us.â
âNo, but Maman thinks she is. Says itâs why sheâs all over the boys. That sheâs never going to get anywhere wasting her time working in a store and going to the clubs at night. Mamanâs old-fashioned.â
âYou should hear my mother,â Francine said, putting her fork down and speaking quickly as if afraid she wouldnât get another chance. âMy mother wants me to become a nun. She said that would be her greatest achievement, if I became a nun like her Aunt Madeline!â
Rachel folded her napkin around her head like a wimple. Caroline followed suit. As I didnât want to offend Rachel and Caroline by assuming I could participate in their teasing, I simply chuckled. Francine took it well.
âWho wants to be like them? Sister Margueriteâs freaky and Sister Alineâs a bore! I donât even want to know what Mother Superior does in that office of hers all day.â
âYouâll see,â added Caroline to me. âThose nuns are nuts! All they do is think about God and keeping their fingernails clean. Maman says they should tell us about their lives and weâd be fascinated, but I tell her they donât do anything, so what do theyhave to tell except spelling lessons and choir sheets?â Caroline placed her makeshift wimple back down on the table.
âWell, my momâs probably never thought about it,â Rachel said and then went silent, as if she didnât like where the conversation was headed. She didnât pout, but she used her fork to poke
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