Penelope got my attention. "Sammy, are you bringing someone to the wedding?" Yes, my mixed doubles partner said she would be my date." Oh, that's good... Tonya's coming tomorrow. I thought you could ... wait a minute, does your doubles partner have something to do with one of your dominoes?"Everyone looked at her, questioningly and Ned spoke up."Don't let them get started about dominoes. I promise you'll be sorry," he said, laughing.This served to fuel everyone's curiosity and Penelope was happy. It might be Huntington’s disease. It is on my mother’s side of the family. The family thinks her brother died of it in childhood. There was always the chance I could have it.That is the reason that my father allowed me to go to school in America. Also why he was so proud of everything I did. He wanted me to cram a lifetime worth of memories, into the time I had before the symptoms showed themselves. I wanted to do everything while I still could. I hope it isn’t Huntington’s, but odds are that. I sat down on the windowsill in my darkened room, idly scanning the lit rooms. I was that bored, and so ready to leave town.A couple of floors below me, right at the near end of the opposite wing, movement drew my eye. A girl, hair wet, in a bathrobe, had just come to sit on the edge of her bed. She seemed bored as well, just looking at the city, as I was. Doing her hair up in a towel to dry, fresh from the shower.I had a remarkably good angle from where I sat, and I realized she couldn't. I glanced over and she was hiding behind her gun with her hands over her head. I whipped my gun around just as the big cannon fired again. I pressed the trigger down as the boats started back paddling and they ducked behind the island again.Muskets started firing at me from the island, but they were not reaching me because of the armor skirt I was standing behind. Adjusting the aim of the machinegun, I sighted a man on the edge of the island rising up to fire and I fired a burst that picked him.