"How does he keep rising anytime I succeed in reducing him to nothing," Mrs Haward thought as she paced up and down her room.  "I need to do something and fast too," she thought and sat down to think.

In the home of the Hawards, everyone was having trouble sleeping. Mirenda tossed and turned unhappy about how she meant very little to her mother. She sometimes wondered if probably just like Jason she was also adopted. 

"If I am adopted, I need to know," Mirenda thought lying on her side on ...