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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