effort, too. Please try, Please." I pleaded.
She wiped away her tears.
"I don't want to disappoint you. Willow." "Then
just do it," I said firmly.
She nodded,
"Okay. I'll try." she said. "I'll speak to Jennings
and ask him to keep an eve on Linden."
"Good. I'll be back in a few hours at the most,
Mother," I said, and hugged her. "He's going to get
better. This is some improvement, at least." I assured
her, even though I had no idea if it really was
anything but more confusion. "He has energy, an
appetite. Be optimistic."
"I haven't been optimistic for so long. I don't
know if I can."
"You can I'm here now. and I'm here for you,
Mother. You can," I insisted.
She smiled.
"Yes," she said. "I'll let myself believe in a
rainbow or 'two again."
"Good. See you soon," I said, and hurried out. I was going to attend the branch of Florida
Atlantic University located on the John D. MacArthur
campus in the heart of Abacoa, a residential
community in Jupiter. Florida. The commute was not
very far for me, and they had what looked like a good
undergraduate program in psychology. I had received
a letter instructing me to meet with Professor Miguel
Fuentes, who had been assigned to be my advisor. The
campus was relatively new, its groundbreaking as
recent as February 1998. There were only about three