Just to add to Stacey's problems, she has a severe form of diabetes. She's very careful about what she eats and knows how to give herself insulin shots every day. Diabetes is something she has to live with, but at least she can keep it under control. The main thing she has to remember is not to eat sweets. Just imagine a life without sugar and candy, and you'll get the idea. At first, we tried not to have cookies or things lying around where she could see them, but we found out that Stacey has a lot of self-control. She doesn't eat those things because she knows she could get really sick.

"Well, it's finished," Stacey said. She put down the brush and reached for an apple. The rest of us were munching on fudge (except for me - too unhealthy), but that's off-limits for Stacey, of course.

"I appreciate it, I really do," Mary Anne said earnestly. I knew that Mary Anne would never wear her hair that way again, but she managed to look as if she were thrilled with her new style.

"I'll be glad to do it for you anytime," Stacey said. "The thing to remember is to use just a little bit of gel and - " She stopped talking suddenly and sat down on Kristy's bed.

"Are you okay?" Kristy Thomas asked. (Kristy Thomas is the president of the Babysitters Club, and she is a take-charge sort of person.) "I'm fine," Stacey said lightly. She put her hand up to her forehead, just for a second, as though she had a headache.

"You look a little pale," Kristy said, peering at her. I remembered that Stacey hadn't felt well for the past few days.

"Hey, I'm fine. Really." Stacey bounced right back on her feet and picked up her styling brush. "I think I got a little dizzy from all the hair spray," she said with a smile. "Maybe we should get some air in here." "Good idea." As usual, Kristy took command of the situation and marched over to the nearest window.