Replete with packet chicken noodle soup and grilled cheese, Stella Ryman paused just outside Fairmount Manor's dining room, where she used the sleeve of her fleece warm-up suit to wipe the condensation from the streaked and fog-edged windows along the corridor. There was so much springtime glory outside Fairmount -- although she was not allowed out on her own to see it -- and there was so much gloom inside, that she didn't want to add to it. But...