CHAPTER SEVEN
Mary launched herself into the arrangements for the party. But more than anything, she would flit endlessly from one task to another. She was like a hummingbird as she flew from one plan to another. She never seemed to stop long enough to think, much less actually complete a project.
By the middle of the week, Mary had developed another severe migraine. Sarah heard Mary shuffling around in the middle of the night in her room alone. Worried about the condition of her sister, Sarah stayed awake and alert just in case Mary suddenly began sleepwalking again and reinjured herself. Suddenly she realized that these sounds were caused by something else. Mary was in physical pain, or pain of some kind - what, Sarah could only imagine. The only thing Sarah knew for sure what was
