Having neglected the grocery shopping, she put together a small dinner made up of crackers, cheese, a sliced apple and a cup of cocoa on a tray which she carried to the window seat. She set the tray down carefully, and sat cross legged on the long, upholstered cushion. As she relaxed into the evening she let out a sigh and whispered as she looked out the window, "Thanks, Katherine. You were right."

Diane woke late on Sunday morning and rushed to get out the door. The hospital was a twenty minute drive from her new place and she hurried to grab breakfast at a drive-thru along the way.

Almost a month had passed since Harry had nearly died in the emergency room. His recovery had been aided along by a steady stream of visitors. Mostly female, Diane noted. But last week, while trying to help Diane move her furniture in the rain, Harry had overdone it and spiked a high fever later that night at his apartment. Apparently, his immune system hadn't been quite up to the challenge. He ended up right back in the emergency room with pneumonia.

As she entered the hallway next to the second floor nurses' station, Diane could hear a woman's voice coming from Harry's room. She had become accustomed to Harry's sisters popping in and out, and waited outside thinking one of them was back to tease and cheer her little brother.

"I don't know what to think. You said you would support me, Harry!"

"Calm down and lower your voice. We've gone over this."

"Well, things have changed and I need more money."

"I seem to be at a bit of a disadvantage here. Refresh my memory. How many times have you come to me needing more. Three? Five? I've lost track."

"This was definitely NOT one of Harry's sisters," Diane thought. She looked around to see if anyone was watching and inched closer to the half open door.

"Come on, Harry. You know you're the only one I can go to," the female voice whined.

"Excuse me if I don't feel quite up to omnipotence today, Grace. You know you shouldn't be here. What if she sees you? Do you know what kind of position that would put me in?" Harry broke off in a coughing spasm.

"LIsten, I know you're not feelin' too good, but you'll be out of here in no time. Just tuck in a couple of extra hundreds next month, okay? Pleeease, Harry?"

"Grace..."

"It's your duty. And I know you always live up to your responsibilities, dont' cha, Detective?"

"Why in the hell did I ever agree..."