Andrews forbade me to visit, so I won't get Raymond to take me, and Cary has his hands full with Uncle Jacob in the hospital as well as having to do all the work. He's very worried about this year's cranberry harvest, too." "I can take you," Holly offered. When I started to shake my head, she insisted. "Really, I don't mind." I thought about it and started to laugh, thinking what it would be like for us to drive up in Holly's psychedelic car. It would certainly catch everyone's attention. Kenneth saw the wide grin on my face. "Melody is imagining what sort of an entrance you two will make dressed in your saris, headbands, crystal earrings, and sandals, Holly," he said, staring at me with laughter in his eyes. "Why?" Holly asked. "Why? This is a rest home for New England blue-bloods. They haven't seen anything like you, even in their senile hallucinations," he replied. Holly thought a moment and then smiled. "Well, then we'll be a special treat for them, won't we?" "I don't think I can dress that way," I said softly, not wanting to hurt Holly's feelings.
