"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