It was almost springtime, the spring that Liz graduated high school and turned eighteen. Jeff came in one day after work and told his father, ‘Old m...n Murphy died. His relatives don’t want his place and I can get it for a song.’ ‘Well.’ Said his father, ‘it’s time for you to go out on your own. Besides, Murphy’s place is just a couple of miles down the mountain. When are you going to buy it?’ ‘I’ve got the money. It only has five acres with it but it’s in a real nice spot and a creek runs. ”“It's gonna be great,” I urge, the honesty in my voice unmistakable. “You're giving exposure to captive marine animals and the ungoverned quality of their lives, something the world needs to see. No matter what, you're doing a good thing.”I don't realize how passionately I'm speaking until Elizabeth glances at me. But it's more than a glance. She’s studying me, examining me in a way more forward than the acquaintances we are. When her blue gaze lands on my lips, I can’t tell which is more. ”Suzy giggled again, then said, “All right, next time I won’t tie him up! Gosh, I don’t know—he’s liable to die of shock from all the excitement!”The rest of the day wasn’t nearly as pleasant for Jane. Although her foot was feeling sufficiently better that she hadn’t brought her crutches to work—and she couldn’t be bothered with tying them across her bike baskets anyway—Mrs. Jorgenson wouldn’t allow her to do anything that involved standing up for any length of time, so aside from waiting on. "And I want to be your friend!!!" responded Robin Goodfellow from the other side of Noor's bed.She turned around surprised to find him not only sat down next to her by her bedside but also carrying a plate with slice of chocolate cake on it, with a small silvery fork impaled on top of it."Your favorite Noor!!! Chocolate cake!!!" offered Robin Goodfellow.Noor stared at the chocolate cake. It looked delicious but she still asked herself whether she was dreaming or perhaps Robin Goodfellow was.