The grainy family photo at the horse race. He couldn’t remember this one before. How could he even forget that day? Looking into his own eyes, he re...embered the time the family went to Saratoga. Oh, how much had changed since then. He was fitter, smarter, and more handsome; and yet in the photo, so anonymous. His sisters all bore huge white grins; merely a smile was on his face. He grinned at his own adolescent misery. He closed his eyes and dreamed of that day...A bright August day, perfect. So I stood up and walked over to the bathroom, while I heard thewaiter chuckle and walk away. I passed the table where the man and women sat.But now the man was gone, only the lady sat there. ??? I walked into the bathroom.? It looked empty, I looked into the mirror. Ilooked soaked and my hair was all sticky, but my face still looked pretty. Iwashed some beer off and than felt like pissing, so I walked into a stall, andpissed into the toilet. ??? ThanI stopped pissing, and I heard a stall. “He’s from Alaska, his parents were Norwegian. Friend? More like he was your stooge,” Stephanie snaps at me before hanging up the phone.How could I fuck up where he’s from? Where did Stuart go? I got to make shit up to him when we get back to college if he’s there. Please be there man, only real friend I’ve had in three years.My call isn’t even going to voicemail, number no longer in service. I call Stephanie and her line rings making me feel a little better when she answers.“Richard what are. When Jeri was done, I hadcurls everywhere! Feminine to the extreme, it actually looked good onme. My nails were redone, then after we had paid the bill, the four ofus walked around the mall. I picked up a new wallet for myself, somemore earrings and a watch. Kelly and Beth started for a popular lingerieshop, so Claire and I followed along. I was in a sea of color. Satin,lace and all sorts of garments were shown, some of which I didn't evenknow what they were! None of us bought anything, but.