”“You did?” Even Lettie was surprised. But she was fishing a pre-rolled joint out of a bag already.“Well you’ve heard of the Swinging Sixtie...?” I asked. “Isle of Wight Festival, the original ones? Woodstock? Hippies? Communes? That was me. I was smoking dope in 1967, and dropping a lot more besides. I daresay it’s hard to believe now.”“Wow,” Lettie was grinning at me, Janie too. Lettie lit up, took a pull and passed me the joint.The smoke wafted under my nose and memories flooded back,. The one that was supposed to be... " Dead?" I said smiling. "Yeah, but lucky for me I'm not, otherwise I wouldn't be here talking to you. Uhm, I know this isn't the most romantic thing to say, but we both need to get to class." Oh my GOSH! I have a TEST!" she said before staring down at the pile of roses."Then I'll take care of your roses and clean up your locker while you're taking your test. Don't worry. I won't let a single rose get tossed."I watched her hurry down the hall, her throwing. Her coach had found her a new practice partner today. She hoped she was better than the last one. It was no thanks to her that she got through her last match. She expected her practice partners to get her worked up and with an incentive to win - the last one looked bored and played like it.Anna found it quite strange. She always wanted to do her best. What was also odd was how the practice partners kept changing - like her coach was trying to find something special. She shrugged. She thought,. "Why are you smiling like that?" Aunt Cindy's getting her Master's next week. She's sixteen." So much for his wowing the wunderkind, I guess.The questions flew fast over how Terri progressed from 'we need to do something about squirrels on the bird feeder' to Bot-bot sitting beside Terri."We didn't BUILD the whole thing," Rachel said."We decided what we needed, then got others to work with us. It's a collaboration." But your idea." I start, Rachel piles on, goes in another direction. I leapfrog.