After putting Spencer to bed, William and Diana were enjoying the Vegas fall weather while having drinks outside.

"Diana, do you have any interest in adding something to your routine when Spencer goes back to school?"

"Oh, I don't know. I'll miss him, but I have Veronica. I'm afraid to do a lot more."

"What about one more thing. You don't have to, just a suggestion."

"Well,sometimes I feel like something more, but I don't know."

"What do you like to do?"

" Sing, listen to music, be with friends, read or be read to and sometimes I write. Be read to, isn't that silly? I have a PhD."

" I don't think it's silly. It's an accommodation for bad concentration."

"Why are you asking me questions? Am I not good enough?"

" I just don't want you to get too bored or start relapsing."

" You love me just the way I am?"

"Yes, I do. Because I love you, I want you to be healthy as you can and as happy as you can be."

"You just wish that was easier don't you?"

"I do, but I accept things for the way they are."

"That's very noble of you. Enough talk. I want to cuddle. I feel so safe with you."

"Let me know when you are ever ready to talk about adding something new to your day."

So they went in the living room and Diana felt loved as she laid her head on William's lap. Then the phone rang.

"I'll get it Diana," said William.

He picked up the phone.

"Hello,yes this is he. Walter!, yes, she's currently at home."

"It's your father," William mouthed.

Diana didn't know what to do. He hadn't seen or talked to Diana since 1975 and it was now 1987.

"Dad.."

"William said you were home now. Your grandmother never lived at home."

"Grandma was hospitalized in 1930. She didn't get medication that helped her function better till the 60's. You haven't been reading any educational materials have you?"

"I've called to tell you your mother died,Diana. Anne found out, but I wanted to tell you."

"Oh, this is just so much."

"The priest won't give her a Catholic funeral. So you don't have to come to anything."

" Oh poor Mom and that stupid cult."

"I'm glad you didn't join a cult. I want to come to visit you all."

"Oh, could you talk to William?"

"Sure."

Diana ran to the bedroom and pounded her pillows. It was almost as if her Dad knew what could send her into a relapse. She was afraid and cried. Who did her Dad think he was, treating her in such a condescending matter, assuming she spent most of her time in the hospital. It really hurt. Had he read the Christmas cards? Did he know he had a grandson? And her mother, whom she hadn't seen since her junior year of college, gone, without a funeral.

A few minutes later William came into the bedroom.

"What can I do Diana?"

"Tell me, he's not coming."

" I told him that it's important he remain calm and not argue if he wants to visit."

" I don't think I can take more than an hour."

" I'm not sure I could too. He wants to meet Spencer."

" Maybe we tell him he could visit for 5 minutes."

" We don't have to invite him here."

"How about that small park we like?"

"How about we let Spencer play there and have lunch there."

"Sounds good. When is it?"

"Next Saturday."

"Oh, dear. I'm afraid. He never liked me for the views I held when I went away to college and he's critical,like your father. My own father may cause a relapse."

"I'll send some information to him about how to best interact to prevent any stress."

"We can only pray he reads it. I'm going to get ready for bed now."

" Don't forget your evening Meds."

Diana sighed. The side effects could be unpleasant but it was better than being terrified and having an episode. She fell asleep that night praying, Jesus, I trust in you.