When Katy thanked me for the signed poster of Sarah Igave her she was quite appreciative, and I knew it wasn't just for theposter.By the time I return...ed home later that evening, I was exhausted by theamount of energy it had taken; not only to perform for the girls but alsoat how active and excited they were the rest of the night. Katy's partyhad lasted a lot longer than any Star Party ever had. Even though Sarahhad left the party hours earlier, the energy had never fully died down.Katy had. I have trouble believing Ron was involved; but then, it wasn't really his reference, either. He got the name from someone else in his office."Carter finished jotting down notes and said, "That gives me another angle to look at, but I wouldn't hold onto a lot of hope. This guy knew what he was doing. Tracking him down might not be an option. You guys need to be on the lookout, though. This wasn't a 'one off' thing. This kind of guy works for someone." So this isn't over," I said, more as a. ‘Are you alright!’ he exclaimed running over to help her to her feet. ‘I think so.’ she replied. He wrapped his strong, sinewy arms about her and helped her to her feet. Only to have her slump against him in pain. ‘I think I twisted my ankle.’ she said as she winced in pain. ‘I guess I should be more careful and look before I step.’she laughed. He helped her over to a bale of straw and sat her down. ‘Let me take a look at it.’ he murmured. ‘it might be broken.’ He knelt down on the floor of the. “That’s good,” Mrs. Alexander snapped and turned to face Lauren. A smoldering anger was still glowing in her eyes. “I don’t plan to.”Lauren’s chest tightened. The closeness she had always felt to Mrs. Alexander caused those hard words to burn even deeper. She turned to open the oven and get out the next plate to hide the tears welling in her eyes.“These are for Brian,” Mrs. Alexander said as she placed the eggs on the plate. “Call the girls to the table. I’ll start their scrambled eggs.