He had a vivid imagination, and was never afraid to put it to good use. Kitty began to think that she would learn a great deal being with her family again. If her experience with Duke was any indication of what Janet was capable of, Kitty began to feel that her whole life might change from this week. It would not only be a house warming, but perhaps a reawakening in her own life. She knew she would never be the same again.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock on the door.

"Come in," she said, eager for some company. Janet walked in and sat down on the bed.

"Hi, Sis," the older woman said. "I see you found my little present."

"Yes, it was sort of hard not to find. You want some? I hate getting stoned alone."

Janet took the slowly burning joint and inhaled deeply. "You know," she said, "there's nothing like getting stoned and talking about old times."

Kitty nodded. Often times with her friends in college, she had gotten stoned and passed many hours dwelling on the past. It always gave her a warm feeling, and she was certain that she would get the same feeling now.

"Janet, you can't know how happy I am that we're all going to be together again. It's been so long. There's a lot of catching up to do."

"You sound as though you've been very lonely, living in St. Louis," her older sister remarked.

"Oh, it's not bad," Kitty said. "It was something I had to do. I couldn't stay in New York…not after John."

Janet looked pensive at the mention of her sister's lover. "Just what happened there?" she asked the blonde Kitty. "For a long while, I thought you and he were going to get married. At least that's what your letters seemed to say."

A pained look came over Kitty's face, and Janet could tell that she had still not gotten over the man. "It's something a woman doesn't like to talk about," she told her sister, lowering her head to avoid Janet's questioning stare.