I remembered overhearing his father tell Daddy that he thought his kid would give him a stroke or end up in prison or, more likely, both. After hearin... Daddy agree with his friend, I decided to avoid the kid. Well, that was then and this was now. I wasn’t inclined to let Daddy make my calls anymore. ‘Sure, have a seat. I remember you now,’ I said with a nod. ‘So, if your dad is Big Tony, does that make you Little Tony?’ He shrugged as he sat, although I saw the barest flicker – an echo of some. "I took care of it," I answered just as quietly. She let her head fall back against my chest."You took care of me," she said.I just nodded. There wasn't anything to say."I'm sorry," she said after a while.I kissed the top of her head to accept the apology. She relaxed against me, but then reached out to turn the alarm clock to see the time. We both knew that she needed to get moving if she was going to make the final couple of seminars."I didn't mean to ruin things," she said. Before I could. "She reached across the table and stuck out her hand and said. "I'm Diane." It took me a second or two before I realized she was offering me her hand to shake. I took it and said:"Hi Diane, I'm Frank." Where you from Frank?" she asked and then we spent the rest of the lunch period getting to know each other. She had joined me at my table because she had known what I was going through because the same thing had happened to her the previous year. By the time the bell rang we had made a date for. No... 1955 was no fun.This time around, Grandmother sold me the farm ... for what my mother sold it for after Daddy died ... the first time. 39.6 acres of rocky swamp, swaybacked house and joke for a barn cost me seven thousand dollars after it was all done.But, my side of the family? The men have a heart defect that couldn't be fixed. Besides the farm, Grandpa was the best barn builder in the state. He built six or seven hip roofed barns a year ... most of them in Clinton County.Daddy went to.