Megan looked out the window at the wind blowing in the trees, the rain trickling down on the grass and she let out a heavy sigh. It was another lonely Saturday that she would be spending by herself again. She wished she had a “bosom friend” as Anne Shirley of Green Gables so eloquently put it. Of course she had friends or acquaintances but a close, dear, priceless, friend was what Meg had..