Terry chuckled to himself, and might have laughed out loud, if the front wheels hadn’t suddenly hit the edge of a ground hog hole. He snapped back t... reality and managed to hit the kill switch as he jumped off the tractor and it toppled onto its side. He got up and brushed himself off and stood there, hands shaking, looking at the tractor. It had fallen onto its left side, and the big right wheel spun slowly in the air. “Well,” he thought, “that was close. I guess I’ll have to walk home and see. In the short time I had been driving the winding thing, I had learned to hate the 495-Beltway and all the lane-switchers and lead-footed tail-gaters that used it twenty-four hours a day."That guy with Lucy," my son said, "I don't think he even knows we won. He was doing business on the stupid phone all night. Can't figure how anyone could ignore her like that." How did you get her cell-phone number?" She gave it to me. She has a card, a business card, you know." Oh, I thought she was just a. Looking in the mirror I felt that I looked good like a welcome home present should. Admiring myself in the mirror as memories played across the screen of my mind, I found was thinking of the prom that was a mere three years earlier when I heard the van pull up in the driveway.Looking out the window, I could see that Greg was already out of the van and unloading his things. One of his buddies was helping. I ran to the door throwing it open, threw myself into his arms, smothered him with kisses. “Definitely.”Another cute redhead approaches shyly. The two women could be sisters. “Hi,” she says.“You must be the cousin,” says Betty.“Siobhan’s cousin,” the young woman nods.“I understand the preference, even if they almost look like twins,” Betty communicates telepathically to her grandfather.“Yes,” Nick communicates back with a silent chuckle. “Siobhan’s usually much feistier. You seem to intimidate her. Even the most arrogant of kings or princesses don’t affect her. Quite the opposite.