“I’m not Dana, I’m DW,” I say, Vickie takes my sunglasses off as another girl releases my ponytail and now there is a room full of screaming g...rls. I give up as now I’m signing autographs and getting hugs from the girls. The guy that has my hat, gives it back to me, and says, “sorry man, we were just joking around.” Vickie tells everyone to give me some breathing room.An hour later and things are somewhat back to normal when Vickie asks if we can talk in private.We go into the kitchen and she. She thought she was pulling the wool over Dad's eyes for a long time, but he wasn't as fooled as she thinks he was. He's pretty smart. He has his own secrets, too. I haven't figured it all out yet, but I think it's pretty much the same as Mom's secret. I think the whole thing is hilarious. Here all these years they've been keeping these big secrets from each other and eventually they're going to find out it's essentially the same secret! Parents! What's wrong with just telling each other? And. He still felt a little rocky, but nothing serious, nothing a few more hours of sleep wouldn't have cured, he thought, but he didn't let on to anybody that he felt better.Though it was still cold, the sky was still clear, and the wind of the evening before had died down. Fresh frost sparkled in the morning sunlight, and the dog's breath made clouds of steam as they ran down the street, with Mike and Josh waving to the crowd. In a few minutes, they passed Jim Horton's house, and ran down the road. ‘You’re right about most of the boys,’ Ben admitted. ‘You know, one of the essays was excellent, though. The author wrote about her father. I’ll show you…’ He rolled over, reached out, grabbed the essay he’d been reading, and handed it to Evelyn. While Evelyn read the essay, Ben watched her and, from the look in her eyes, he could see she was as impressed as he’d been. When she finished reading the essay, she turned to the back page and looked at the student’s name. ‘Oh, now I understand,’ she.