I went back to one of the parlors,not knowing what else to do.The puzzle Casimir and I had been working on consisted of a rainbow over a lake.It seemed so ironic,especially now.I sighed,unable to find the right pieces to put it together.Casimir was much better at puzzles than I was. Lately,my whole life seemed to be like one big puzzle.When I had been sent to London,most of the peices were missing. I didn’t know which ones went together.As I kept getting letters from January,as well as my father, some bits started to fall into place. When I met Casimir and got to know him,a considerable amount of the puzzle had come together.But with the remaining peices left,I didn’t know which ones fit in where. Everything was so mixed up again. I wanted to walk away and just give up,but I knew I couldn’t do that. What kind of friend would I be?What would God think? How would I be able to live with myself? Casimir needed me, but I also needed him.I wondered what he was doing at the moment. I tried not to think about it.