Karen saw him leave late in the afternoon the following day. She hadn‟t been spying that time. She was digging in the garden, preparing to plant a small apple tree when the long, white car appeared in the driveway across the field. She wondered why he even bothered with the cars that were parked in front of his garage. Wherever he went, he went in that long white limousine. She waved as the car sped by. She didn‟t expect a response. She didn‟t get one either. Her heart dropped. Okay, she admitted, maybe she at least hoped for some sign that he had looked for her. Quit being a silly schoolgirl, she chided and she continued to dig a hole big enough for a full-grown oak. The week passed without much event as the summer‟s heat began to hit its peak. The "great wall‟, as she and Bobby dubbed the ominous fence, was nearly complete as the weekend grew near. "Mom!" Bobby‟s voice roared through the house and sent a chill down her spine. She ran into the living room at lightening speed only to stop dead when she saw him standing in the middle of the room with a wide grin on his face. "UPS dropped this off for you." "Damn, Bobby, I thought you were dying, or bleeding to death. Don‟t yell like that." She rolled her eyes as he hit the floor, gasping in death‟s grip. "Stop that," she said, yanking the box from her dying son's hands. Karen ripped the paper to shreds and removed the lid. She stared in amazement at the blue silk dress that lay limp inside, and picked up the note that lay on top. Dinner, Friday at 6. My Turn. Izzy That was a dirty trick she thought. Don‟t even give a girl a chance to say "no‟. Karen picked up the box and walked to her room grumbling defensively the whole way, but her heart was dancing.