She hadn't realized that there were things she shouldreach for, goals beyond just having a baby, like love and companionship, butnow, she found her si...uation embodied in the fountain, forever destined toreach for a goal that could never be grasped, and yet, unable to give uptrying.She had friends, to be sure, and her new family, but at the same time, itseemed like there was no companionship, no deep love, no hope for thefuture. Even the precious life she carried in her womb, that she. There!Oh god, was that the downstairs door opening? Quickly! Knees apart, hands behind the head, mouth open! She tried to calm her breathing, to look serene and welcoming for Him. She smiled inwardly—everything was perfect, and He would be pleased with her.She strained her ears, listening for His footsteps on the stairs. Her apartment building was a once-elegant three-story house that had been converted. The elderly landlady/owner lived on the main floor and had divided each of the upper floors. One day my cousin called and said M had moved back to TN and had looked her up. She said M had ask about me and what I was doing now. She gave my cousin her nimber and told me to call.I gave her a call. Her voice was the same cheery voice that I remembered. We chstted for a while. She invited me over to visit and meet her hubby.Later in the week I went for a visit. When she answered the door, she was wearing shorts and a halter top. She was as hot as I remembered, petite and built like a brick. "I guess your plan worked. About Mom." Yeah," he said, and grinned at the memory. "I'd say it worked pretty well."They had been trying to keep their voices down, but at this point Caroline stirred and woke. She, too, looked confused for a moment, then remembered and smiled."I don't think I've had the two of you in bed with me since you were about six years old," she commented with a yawn. "Good morning!" Morning, Mom," Sam and Joan both said."Did you have a good time last night?" Joan asked.