As soon as the elevator opened on the third floor, Lynne bounded ahead. "It's right down here..." and laughing, the two older women followed the excit...d girl.Once in the small concrete-walled room, Lynne offered seats on the blonde-wood bed and the unoccupied chair. Kate took a quick inventory – off-white walls, institutional blue carpet, beige drapes, and blocky furniture. "Jess, these are my friends, the ones I was telling you about. Kate owns the vineyard, and Deb is a lawyer." Outside the. Someone from each of our families is picked to tell a story about our family. It's usually fun stories, about things the younger kids didn't know about their grandparents and great-grandparents.I, being the oldest, was asked to tell the story how my parents met and what kind of people they were.We always have a ton of food; everyone brought covered dishes, and plenty of soft drinks for the youngsters and a few beers for us. After everyone was through playing games and eating, we would sit down. The one thing I don't want to see is for these three weeks to get ruined by everyone arguing about what to do and where to go." We wouldn't—" John started to say."Yes, we would," Aaron said, cutting him off. "We always do. We were starting to do it again, just a little while ago. That's probably what prompted this talk we're having right now, isn't it?" he asked, turning to me, then Summer."Yes, it was," she said. "Jake recognized the signs. Before it got out of hand, he came up with an idea. Just a few moments later my eyes popped open again.There! In the small of my back, a muscle was spasming. It didn't really hurt, but it felt weird and not altogether normal. I reached up to rub Greg's shoulder."Greg, honey, you have to move." Mmmpf?"I grinned as he grunted at me in sleep. He never moved, so I pushed on his knee hard. It was like trying to budge solid rock."Greg! Potty!"He groaned in recognition and rolled away from me so that I could get out of bed. I padded quietly to the.