............................That was just a preview of my life. Now the real story begins. (I will also be flashing back a lot, just so you know)....................................................................................................................................................................................................My head hurt and my mind spun as I tried to stay on my feet. Alice had gotten my a drink, and now i felt all dizzy. I tried to steady myself. My parents had. Mark Twain did a poor job of holding my interest today.I made it through my day. Bink’s mom picked us up after school.“What’re you doing this weekend?” she asked.“Uncle Ben and I are getting used to the bigger boat. I think we’re doing an overnighter at the south end of the lake.”“Sounds fun, Mom,” Bink said. “I know we’re going to see Sara’s family this weekend, but if there’s a way I could go out one time...”“Bigger boat?” Aunt Barb asked.“Forty footer. Steel. Ocean-going, if you’re up to. ‘Notice anything?’ he asked, leaning back in his chair. I looked harder at the picture. ‘Oh, my shoe’s untied.’ He tapped his shirt pocket. I looked at the picture again but had no idea what he wanted me to see. He pulled out another picture that apparently was a blow up of the other that centered on the shirt pocket. There were two pencils identical to his in my pocket. ‘Where are they?’ he asked. I drew a blank. ‘I…I…suppose on my desk…my desk at home…’ ‘How about these?’ he asked, tossing me. Ralph had already spotted his brother and sister-in-law from the dining room window and rushed out to greet them. ‘Hi Brian. Hi Anne. It’s so good to see you! Can I offer you something to drink before we sit down? Georgina’s been working like a Trojan in the kitchen and dinner should be ready in half an hour or so.’ ‘Thank you,’ Anne replied. ‘I’m sure Brian will be delighted to join you for a single malt or two, but if you’ll excuse me, I’ll just pop up to your bathroom.’ ‘Certainly, my.