Picking up the top sheet of newspaper by the edges, I carefully funneled the errant sand into the farm. The funky blue-and white rock– it was much t...o big to be considered sand– was still poised in the sand hole. I considered simply throwing it in the trash, but what if it was supposed to be in the sand for some reason? I read over the entire sheet of directions twice but there was no mention of it. I picked up the blue-splotched orb and was surprised to find that it was warm! I also. Mark's mother also confirmed that, so far, every mother of every son had been given their invitations personally and told the same thing.Everyone was in a mild state of shock. Everyone had an invitation and it was clear that everyone was going. Everyone was going because it was also clear that anyone not going would, according to those men who delivered those invitations would BE MISSED!"What do we do now?" Mark asked looking at his mother when she hung up the phone."Are you kidding? Honey,. He’s looking to get hooked up, so you better call him”Good to see someone was actually looking out for me. I mean, most times, they just would have stolen my client and not looked back. I made a couple of phone calls to get a girl or two in line. I knew he had particular taste. He liked woman that were full figured and could take a good pounding. One girl I sent was a petite 32A breasted, 120 pound hooker and she said she would never go to him again. Which is funny because “Candy” was a. “Tracey says hi and she says sorry.”“Sorry for what?”I shrugged. “Sorry for whatever. Sorry for everything. She didn’t say. Now listen. Tomorrow at school, if Tracey tries to be nice to you, don’t be stupid about it – be nice back to her. If she stands up to Laura, do anything you can to support her. Can you do that?”Tara looked doubtful, but then she shrugged. “I guess.”“If Laura’s being a bitch tomorrow, then you have to stand up to her and tell her to go shove it. Can you do that? Hopefully.