I was waiting for my mother to go to bed. Oh good, he said. I was wondering why you didn't undress like usual. I said, can you come over in an hour. S...re, he said. I closed the curtains just in case others were watching and stripped. I started to worry about what if mother woke up. I nearly talked my self out of it when he knocked on the door. I was nervous and excited. I slowly opened the door to see who it was. Opening the door, he stepped in quickly and locking the door. Turning he hugged me. ”I guess he could have been more blunt. I wasn’t sure how.I walked out of his office under my own power and waved off a nurse’s offer of a wheel chair. As long as I could stand I wasn’t going to be pushed around like an invalid. I felt that if I sat in it I would never get out again. I was at the door when it opened from the other side. There stood Billie the Kid and her mother, Wanda.“Mr. Hamar!” the child exclaimed. “I was worried about you. Guess what!”“Hello Billie,” I greeted her. “Hello. " You mean..." Yes. You and Lena will live here together as sisters. You will be part of our family now. And your baby. We will teach you everything you need to know about being a woman. And being a witch. We will allow you to enter into our coven. You are one of us now Molly."Molly touched her stomach, where she knew there was a seed of new life growing. Her daughter. She had a lot to learn, and a short time to prepare."Which room is mine?" she asked, resigned to her new fate.***Molly had. It’s not silly. But cheer up honey. You’re a working artist. You’re a success! You’re fabulous!!!’ That made me laugh. ‘Thanks Glen. Let’s go look at some of the rest of the exhibits.’ It’s good to have a friend who can make you laugh when you come close to having an emotional breakdown in a public place. We looked through the other displays. Many of them where quite impressive and humbling. I felt awed to be in the same group with artists like the one who’s Ferry mural depicted fairies rowing.