Almost every shot went in, most cleanly, and Mike kept feeding him."Stop," yelled the teacher, when the boy reached the other sideline. "Shoot again."...He did, smoothly, effortlessly. "OK, back up and shoot." He backed up a few feet. "Back some more. Shoot." He did and again it went in, barely touching the rim. "All the way back, to the sideline." That one went in too. "Come here." He had made nine of his twelve shots cleanly, one hit the rim and two bounced off.Joe trotted over and sat where. . and I did buy them ... but first I had an obligation to Mrs. Montgomery.Damn airplane.I didn't need it, I didn't want it, I had no place to put it. Talk about a gift horse.I shoulda looked.Howsomever ... it wouldn't have made a lick of difference ... the difference was the auction.No ... it wasn't Montgomery's auction. No. There was an auction up in Scobey. That's in northeast Montana and not all that far from the lake ... but still in the US.The auction was for an estate ... never mind who. ”“Thank you, Jeeves. Courteous as ever.”“It is my job, sir.” I confirmed. “One which I am happy to perform.”I seated Mr. Dawes at the table, where the other family members were waiting for him. They immediately set to the food in front of them. I noticed Miss Catherine glaring at me for causing her father to be delayed, and stopping the rest from starting breakfast. I returned her stare with a bland look. I got a tongue out in return, which I ignored. Her parents were busy eating, and missed. My boards were over and I had a long vacation ahead of me. So I and my friends planned to go out on a week-long trip. But my family intervened and told me to go visit my grandma first, who used to live in a different town.It was actually a five-hour drive. But since my father used to be busy in those days my mom told me to take the train instead which took about two and a half hours. So here I was waiting at the train station for the train to arrive. Local trains on weekdays used to be jostling.