Shrugging her shoulders, Kitty rolled a cigarette and lit it, inhaling the thick white smoke. She had at first thought that she could never feel better than she had in the freedom of the woods, but she was wrong. As the smoke began to take a hold of her mind, she found that she was better able to enjoy the feeling of freedom she had come to take almost for granted during the last few hours. The lovely sunset she could see from her window was enhanced by the drug, and she relaxed more that she would have thought possible. 'Yes,' she thought to herself, 'Janet really has it made. It will be more than a shame to go back to St. Louis. It will be a crime.'

Again she found her thoughts dwelling on her brother. She let her mind wander to the time when all three of them had lived together in New York City, before they separated and led their different lives. Playing with her brother and sister had always been a happy experience, and now, for the first time in years, they would be together once again.

Mike, her brother, had been more than a sibling…he had been a friend. Kitty was the youngest, Mike the oldest, and it was perhaps because of that that Mike and Kitty shared a special relationship.

Often times, he would forsake his own friends to make sure his little sister was not left alone, and Kitty never forgot things like that.

Even though they had been separated for so long, Kitty found that often her thoughts fixed on her brother, and she was sure that he often thought of her. She wanted to be as happy as she could when he came to the house tomorrow. He was flying all the way from California, and Kitty wanted to make sure that everything was just right for him. She did not want him to think that his trip would be boring.

And Mike had done so many things, she remembered. While Janet was the adventurous member of the family, Mike was the experimenter.