She was somewhat disoriented, but pleasantly excited, expectant. It was not unlike the feelings she had as a child on the mornings of her birthdays or on Christmas morning. She sensed the day would hold some happy surprises. Quickly she got out of bed and went to the tall barred window. It was a bright, sunny day. In the distance she could seen the sun glinting off the river. The huge oak trees shaded the long circular driveway. Overhead, wispy clouds drifted through a soft blue sky. Kathy smiled and hummed a tune that sounded discordant but strangely familiar. She frowned at a vague memory, or was it a dream, about a house in some distant place where she had friends her own age. She tried hard to recall it. Her musing was interrupted by the sound of a key in the lock of her bedroom door. Mrs. Foster entered. Kathy pulled her robe tightly around her and, turning toward Mrs. Foster, stood with her head bowed. It seemed the right thing to do in the presence of Mrs. Foster. “Do you know who I am?”
