As always,

Your dearest friend, Louis

I put his letter aside and tried to compose a reply that wouldn't reveal how depressed and unhappy I was, but every time I began to explain why Miss Stevens was gone, I broke out in tears and those tears fell on the stationery. Finally I just jotted off a quick note, claiming I was in the middle of exams and would write him in more detail soon.

Meanwhile, it wasn't until the middle of the second week that I heard from Beau. He apologized for not calling me.

"I had to attend a family gathering and was away for the entire weekend," he claimed. Then he added, "You can't imagine how Daphne carried on about New Year's Eve when she met my parents at a restaurant last night. She made it sound as if we were all part of an orgy."

"I can imagine."

"Why do you sound so down? Is it because you miss me, because if you do. ."

"No, Beau," I said, and I told him about Miss Stevens. "You think it was Gisselle?"

"I'm positive it was Gisselle," I said. "She once threatened to do the exact same thing if I revealed the secret about her not being crippled anymore."

"Did you confront her?"

"Naturally, she denies it," I said. "It doesn't matter now. The damage has been done, and she has won what she wanted: I hate it here."

"Complain to Daphne," he suggested. "Maybe she'll let you come home."

"I doubt it," I said. "It doesn't matter anyway. I just do my work and plod on. I'm not doing much artwork. The new teacher is nice, but he's not Miss Stevens."

"Well, be up there this weekend," Beau promised.

"Saturday, late in the morning."

"Okay."

"Ruby, I hate to hear how sad you are. It makes me sad too," he said.

I was crying, but I didn't let him hear. I nodded, caught my breath, and told him I had to go finish up some homework.

He did drive up on Saturday, and the sight of him getting out of his car in front of the dorm put some sunshine in my heart. I had gone into the dorm kitchen and prepared a picnic lunch of po'boy sandwiches and apple juice. When the other girls set their eyes on him, they expressed their approval with cheers and giggles. With a blanket folded under my arm, I rushed out to meet him and go off to another part of the campus.

"Daphne was supposed to send permission for Gisselle and me to leave the campus on weekends, but she didn't," I explained, "so we can't leave the grounds."

"It's all right. It's nice here," he said, looking around.

We walked around the campus and then spread the blanket on the lawn. We both lay back on our hands and looked up at the blue sky with its puffs of creamy white clouds and talked softly. Our talk wasn't of much at all at the start. He rattled on about some of his friends back in New Orleans, the prospects for the upcoming baseball season, and his-college plans.

"You've got to get back to your art," he told me. "Miss Stevens would be very upset, I'm sure."

"I know. But right now everything I do is mechanical. I feel like a robot, getting up, getting dressed, going to school, doing my homework, studying, going to sleep. But you're right," I told him. "I do have to get back to what is most important to me."

I sat up. He played with a blade of grass and then tried to tickle me with it. I was very self-conscious about everything we did, however. We were in plain view of everyone. There was no privacy for us at Greenwood, and I could imagine even Mrs. Ironwood gaping out of a window watching us, just waiting for us to do something she considered wrong.

We ate our sandwiches, talked some more, and then went for another walk. I showed him parts of the school itself, the library, the auditorium, and cafeteria. All the while I felt we were being watched, being followed. I didn't want to take him back to my dorm. I was happy we had been able to avoid Gisselle. We ended up walking toward the Clairborne mansion. Beau thought it was an impressive old house, especially because of how it was set back, with woods between the house and the school.

It was getting late, so we started back toward the dorm and his car, but on the way, we spotted a path that went deeper into the woods, and Beau thought we should explore and see where it would take us. I was reluctant at first, still having this sense of being watched. I even looked behind and around us, studying the pockets of shadows created by the late-afternoon sun, but I saw no one nor heard anyone. So I let him pull me along. We went farther and farther into the small wooded area until we heard the distinct sound of water rushing over rocks. When we came around a turn, there it was: a small but vigorous little stream that had created a waterfall.

"It's very pretty here," Beau said. "You've never been here before?"

"No, and no one's mentioned it."

"Let's sit awhile. I'm in no rush to go back to New Orleans anyway," he said. I didn't like the way he said it.

"Your parents know you've come up here to see me, don't they, Beau?"

"Sorta," he said, smiling.

"What's that mean, `sorta'?"

"I said I was going for a ride," he replied with a shrug. "Just a ride? But you drove all the way to Baton Rouge!"

"It's a ride, isn't it?" he said, laughing.

"Oh Beau, you're going to get into trouble with them again, aren't you?"

"It's worth it to see you, Ruby." He stepped up to me to put his hands on my shoulders and bring his lips to mine. Here in the solitude of the woods, he felt free to be more affectionate. I couldn't help but be nervous, however. We were still on Greenwood grounds, and in my dark imagination, I envisioned the Iron Lady hovering behind a tree with a pair of binoculars. Beau sensed my agitation and felt the tension in my body.

"What's wrong? I thought you would be more anxious to see me," he said, with obvious disappointment.

"It's not you, Beau. It's me. I'm not comfortable here, even though you're beside me. I still feel . . . as my Grandpère Jack used to say, like I've stepped on the back of a sleeping alligator."

Beau laughed. "There's no one here but us and the birds," he said, kissing me again. "No alligators." He kissed my neck. "Let's put down our blanket and rest awhile," he coaxed.

I let him take the blanket out from under my arm and watched him spread it over a patch of grass. He sprawled out and beckoned to me. I looked around again, and when I hesitated, he reached up to take my hand and pull me down to him.

In his arms I did forget where I was for the moment. Our kisses were long and passionate. He moved his hands smoothly up my arms and over my breasts. Soon the rush of my own blood competed with the rush of the water over the rocks, the sounds from within me becoming as loud as the sounds without. I felt swept away by Beau's caresses, each kiss, each touch moving the dark sadness off my brow and chasing the gloom from my heart, until I was kissing him as hard and as passionately as he was kissing me. I felt his hands under my blouse, my garments moving away so that we would be closer, skin touching skin, heartbeat to heartbeat. I opened myself to him eagerly and he was there, touching me, holding me, chanting his love and his promises. From somewhere in the forest, I heard the sound of a woodpecker. His tap, tap, tap grew faster and louder, until it sounded as if he was tearing down the whole forest. The water rushed on beside us. My moans grew stronger and more frequent, until we both came crushing down on each other's hunger, satisfying one another with the surrender of our very being.

When it was over, I felt tears streaming down my cheeks. My heart was thumping so hard I thought I would faint. Beau was on his back, gasping with surprise.

"And I thought football was strenuous," he joked. Then he grew serious and gazed down into my eyes. "Are you all right?"

"Yes," I said, catching my breath, "but maybe we love each other too much for our bodies to bear."

He laughed. "I can't think of anyone whose arms I would rather die in," he replied, which brought a smile to my face.

We straightened up our clothing, brushed each other off, and started back through the woods. I had to admit I was feeling lighter and happier than I thought possible these past two weeks.

"I'm so glad you came up to see me, Beau. I hope you don't get into too much trouble."

"It was worth it," he said.

We said goodbye at his car, with some of the girls in the dorm watching us from the front window.

"I can't believe Gisselle hasn't planted herself in my face at least once today," Beau said.

"I know. But whatever she's up to, it's something nasty for someone, I'm sure." Beau laughed at my words. We kissed goodbye quickly, and then I stood there watching him drive off. I didn't turn to go into the dorm until his car was completely gone from sight. Then I bowed my head and strolled into the dorm.

"You'd better get a move on," Sarah Peters warned me after I entered the building.

"Why?"

"We just heard: Our dorm's been chosen for an unannounced inspection. The Iron Lady could be here any moment," she explained.

"Inspection? Inspection of what?"

"Anything. Our rooms, our bathrooms, anything. She doesn't need a warrant, you know."

When I arrived at the quad, I found all the girls in a frenzy, even Gisselle. They were cleaning and straightening up. Everyone's room looked well organized and neat. Samantha had done a pretty good job on ours.

"We'll be hit first," Vicki informed me. "She goes in alphabetical order."

"How was your visit with Beau?" Gisselle asked from her doorway.

I glared at her, the anger I felt still quite strong.

"Why, weren't you spying on us?" I asked. She laughed.—but nervously, I thought.