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They stood staring at each other across twenty feet of sea-blue velvet carpeting Bart's dark eyes probed into her blue 'ones before he said softly, winningly, "Don't worry so much, Melodic You and Jory have a hoive a damn what you do with these rooms I do want Jory to be as comfortable and happy as possible"

Were they formula words to satisfy me--or calculated words to seduce her? Why did Melodie blush and gaze down at her feet? Cindy's tale resounded like distant church bells in uestsin case of accidents Wet sand that should have been dry sand Sand that clumped into cement and didn't instantly pour out to make the papier-mache columns safe

Into ht, nine and ten

Wish I had legs as pretty as Jory's Wish I could run and dance like Jory Gonna grow taller, gonna grow onna be more powerful than Jory Someday Someday

Bart's rown indifferent to them Then, when he was older

Who is gonna love me, like Melodie loves Jory? Nobody Nobody

I shook my head to ridto equal the stature of his older and more talented brother

But as he looking now at Melodie with such significance? Her blue eyes lifted to ain, positioning her hands in the ballet position all dancers used to keep fro attention away froe, Melodie was on stage, playing a role

Bart strode off, his long legs confident and sure, as they'd never been when he was a young boy I felt sad and sorry he had to wait until he was out of Jory's shadow before he could find even the ability to use his body coordination with skill Sighing, I decided to think of the present and all that had been done to give Jory's convalescence the perfect environment

A large color TV was at the foot of his bed, and he had a ree channels and turn it off and on froed a way for Jory to open and close his draperies when he chose A stereo ithin his reach Books lined the back of his adjustable bed, which would sit him up and turn him into almost any position he wanted Melodie and I, with Chris's help, had wracked our brains to come up with every modern convenience that would enable him to do what he could for himself Now all we had to do was to see he stayed busy with soies and challenge his innate talents

A long tiy, my poor attempt to try and help Bart Now I could help Jory with his "racehorse" personality that had to co nothing There was already a barre along the ithout s, put there recently, to give him the promise that one day he'd stand up, even if he would have to wear a

back brace connected to leg braces I sighed to think oflike a horse in a harness; then tears were streaking my face Tears I quickly blinked away so Melodie wouldn't see them

Soon Melodie was tired and left to lie down and rest I finished up in the roo constructed to take Jory down to the terraces and the gardens No effort was being spared to see he would not be confined to his room There was also a newly installed elevator put where once there had been a butler's pantry

At last came the wonderful day when Jory was allowed to leave the hospital and co and drinking norht he'd lost My heart ached with pity to see hi rolled to the elevator, when once he'd taken the stairs three at a time I saw him turn his head to stare at the stairs as if he'd sell his soul to use theain

But, srand suite of rooreat, what you've done, really great My favorite color coiven me the seashore--why, I can alulls It's wonderful, truly wonderful what paint and pictures, green plants and planning can do"