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Celwriter: Thank you.  Johnny's okay.  I've seen French subtitles, but not actually people speaking French on it.  You're welcome.  I understand how that is.  Keep r&ring mine as well.

 LoveJackSparrow: Thank you.

Lykosdracos:  Maybe, maybe not.  Yeah, that was kind of funny.  Mort's been spending time with the patients, yeah, and I think he wants out, too.  Not to me.  I agree.  Yeah, that's going to be cool.  Sort of.  Can't go into any details, sorry. See you soon!

Dawnie-7:  Thanks.  So do I.  Yeah, they have. 

¤Cybel¤:  Thank you.  I haven't seen Fight Club, but I told my Psychology teacher about Secret Window, and that's what she said.

Chapter Seven: Family Day

A month later, Dr. Kravitz invited Jennifer to attend Family Day.  Jennifer was on her way to Mort's room when she ran into a young specialist.

"I'm sorry," he said, helping Jennifer to her feet.

"That's all right.  I am the world's clumsiest person.  It's not all your fault," laughed Jennifer.

"You look familiar.  Have I met you before?" he asked.

"I don't think so.  I'm Jennifer Rainey, Morton Rainey's daughter," answered Jennifer.

"Ahh, that's why.  I'm not his specialist, unfortunately, but I double as Activities Director, so I've seen him around.  I love Secret Window, both versions.  The second one was freaky.  Freaky, but good.  I'm Dr. Piper," said the specialist.

"I visit my father every day," said Jennifer.

"He's lucky.  Not all the residents get visitors.  It's sad," replied Dr. Piper.

"Hey, Dad," said Jennifer.

"Hi, Jenny.  Do you miss 'Jenny Bunny'?" asked Mort, holding the rabbit out to her.

"A little.  But, I said you could keep her wile you're here, and I'm keeping my word this time," answered Jennifer.

Mort put 'Jenny Bunny' back on the bed.

"Let's have some fun," said Mort.

Jennifer agreed.

Maria, the receptionist, brought her ten year old son Hector with her.  Dr. Piper didn't have any family to bring.

"Did you bring family?" Jennifer asked Dr. Kravitz.

"Yes.  Bob, can you come here?" called Dr. Kravitz.

"Yes?" asked Bob, the orderly.

"This is Jennifer Rainey.  She's Morton Rainey's daughter.  Miss Rainey, this is my son, Bob Kravitz," said Dr. Kravitz.

"He's escorted me to see my father," said Jennifer.

"Oh," said Dr. Kravitz.

After Jennifer left, Dr. Kravitz said, "Nice girl, Jennifer.  Right, Bob?"

Bob rolled his eyes.  "Dad, don't start," he warned.

"Me?  I'm not starting anything," replied Dr. Kravitz innocently.

"Come on, I know that look," said Bob, "she's not my type.  Why don't you try Travis?  He even reads Rainey's books!"

Dr. Kravitz looked surprised.  "I don't set people up, Bob."

"Sure you don't," Bob sarced.

Mort was giving Jennifer a tour of St. Lucius.

"I met Dr. Piper," said Jennifer, "he's a big fan of yours."

"Yeah, I know.  He's cool.  Dr. Kravitz was sick once, so I had a session with him," said Mort.

Family Day was a day for the residents and staff of St. Lucius to spend the day with their families on the grounds of the asylum.  Dr. Piper was right, not all the residents had family come, so Mort considered himself very lucky.  After all, this was the girl who had said she was never going to see or speak to her parents ever again, and here she was, all anger forgotten, talking to her father like old times.

If asked what she had fought with her parents about, Jennifer Elisabeth Rainey could tell you in all honesty that she forgot.  She forgot about eight years ago, but thought remaining distant was easier than making contact with her parents, until the sheriff called, anyway.

Jennifer watched Mort mingle with all the other residents and wished she hadn't run away, at least not for ten years.  I should've been there, she thought.  I should've been there when mom lost the baby, I should've been there when they separated, and I should've been there for the whole thing with Shooter.  Instead, I was in Minnesota, having the time of my life.  Hey, that's great material for a poem!  Jennifer now wished for something to write with and some paper.

Mort and Jennifer had a good time together.  Jennifer eventually found a pen and paper, and jotted down her poem.

"How often do they have one of these?" asked Jennifer.

"I think once a month," replied Mort.

"I can't wait for the next one.  I'll see you tomorrow, dad," said Jennifer.