When Mr Irwin died, my dad and I each shed no tears.Of course Henderson was in the news from time to time, and sometimes I would learn of the death of...a classmate. I never drove the several hours to attend any funerals, but I would send a memorial contribution from time to time.Then fate stepped in, and it was because I, like my dad, and like his fellow teacher and onetime bowling friend, Mr Tallman, had taken up bowling and bowled on two teams in fall leagues."Kent, you are from Henderson,. I was sure this had to be a dream. But I knew it was not. My mother, my fantasy woman, was here with me, naked and ready to be touched by my hands. It was everything I had dreamed of. I would finally have her in my hands. I could finally touch her as I had always wanted to. "Oh mom, you have no idea how happy I am right now." I thought. I took a deep breath to steady myself. I took one final look at her, then I set to work. This was it, my greatest fantasy was to become reality.I started in the. He’s the new transfer student.”Miss Winters smiles and says, “Welcome to the class, have a seat anywhere. And thank you, Carrie, for ensuring that he got to class.”“It was no problem, Miss Winters,” Carrie says, putting on the big smile she can.Miss Winters goes back to the paper of her desk, going over the instructions she had written out. Cameron moves his stuff off the desk next to him and Roger takes seat with Carrie on the opposite side.Cameron turns his head to the new student and says,. “I hear we have a dinner meeting with Springbok. Do you know what that’s all about?” Dad asked.“Lexi was supposed to find out. We need to ask her when she finally gets ready,” I commented as I saw her coming down the hall.“Coffee,” Lexi moaned. She was as sleep-deprived as I was.We waited for her to pour a cup and grab a plate of breakfast. Dad asked her about the meeting.“They were vague as to the purpose of the meeting, according to Caryn. She said they thought you would find it.