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"Mom?" Danny asked thoughtfully, struggling to carry a suitcase up the stairs to the Partridge Family bus. He dropped it at his feet and stared at his mother intensely. His pale, freckled face was a picture of all seriousness and his eyebrows furrowed together. "Tell me the truth. Is there something going on we don't know about?"

Shirley bit her lip to resist the urge to burst into laughter. "That you…don't. …know about." She strived to keep a straight face.

Danny nodded, his red curls bobbing up in down. "Yeah. You've just been acting- you know- kind of weird these past few days."

Shirley's eyebrows arched. "Really? Why would you say that?"

Danny shrugged. "I don't know. All our recent dinners have been burnt. You don't check under my bed for dust bunnies anymore. Or, maybe the fact that you're spending lots of time moping around the house, you stare into space a lot, and you seem- I don't know-preoccupied." He shrugged again. "But hey, what do I know?"

Shirley tried to look nonchalant. "Oooh, I don't think that's all true." She protested. "There's nothing- well, wrong with me."

"But mom, I think there is. You haven't yelled at me in almost a week!" He patted her shoulder sadly. "I think you're losing your touch."

Shirley couldn't hold back any longer. She burst into an uncontrollable fit of laughter.

At first it was muffled, and then, finally she let it all out. Her sides ached and she gasped for air. The whole thing seemed so funny to her.

Danny's eyes widened. "Mom? MOM! I think you're delirious!" He pressed his hand on her forehead. "We need help, right away!"

Just then, Keith stepped outside the house. Behind him in a single file were Laurie, Chris and Tracy. Their arms were all free. They started up the walk towards the bus. Just a few paces behind them was Rueben, suitcases and junk blocking his face, bags slung over his arms, and a doll in the curve of his elbow. He hurried to catch up with the rest of the gang, but unfortunately, he lost his balance and his whole mountain of suitcases came crashing to the ground. He sat up on the concrete and groaned dizzily.

Tracy looked back. "Thank you for carrying my bags, Mr. Kincaid." She exclaimed admiringly. Chris laughed.

Keith headed onto the bus first. He did a double take. "What's with mom?"

Danny had no problem explaining hastily, his arms flailing about. "I honestly think she's having a breakdown." He put his right hand on his chest and heaved a sigh. "I always knew this day would come. I just didn't think it would be so soon."

Shirley finally lifted her head and controlled herself."Oh no, kids, it's not that. It's just- Danny thinks I'm sick!"

Danny gave her defiant look. "Well if your not sick what are you?"

Shirley grinned broadly.

"I'm in love."