"Yes, we've been in touch with each other," I
admitted.
"I'm happy about that. I really do think you're
all good for each other. Please don't let too much time
go by before I hear from--you," she urged.
"I won't, Doctor Marlowe. Thank you for
calling," I said and hung up.
"Well?" Star asked.
"I don't know. She sounded like she believed
me. She wants me to convince Geraldine I should
return for a follow- up and call her soon."
Jade looked thoughtful.
"Cat could go back to see her, pretend she's
convinced her mother to let her go. Maybe that would
end it," she mused aloud.
"Too dangerous now," Star said. "You know
how smart Doctor Marlowe is. She'll take one look at
Cat and know everything. She's bound to ask difficult
questions."
"Maybe she won't call again," Misty hoped. "We'll stall as long as we can," Jade agreed, but
a dark cloud of concern had moved in over our
excitement, threatening to rain reality down on our
efforts to create an oasis of fantasy in this desert of
hard, sad times.
"I'm getting started on the redecorating," Misty
declared. "I refuse to let anything depress me." She attacked the project with her characteristic
explosion of energy. Before long, we were all
contributing in one way or another. Star and Jade
rearranged furniture in the living room while I
hobbled along beside Misty and helped her hang