In an oddly quiet voice he said "Nobody, nobody is going to talk to my daughter that way. Ever."Chapter Twenty: THE WORLD IS NOT ENOUGHAs we left the ...office, Gail held me in her arms and led me out towards the car. Mom looked at me with concern, and tenderly asked, "Are you okay, Honey?"Tears still streamed down my face as I thought about the kind of person who would say things like that to a little girl. I finally replied as we reached the car. "Yes... I'll be all right in a minute." Mom. A wonderful dream, but a dream nonetheless. We took a leisurely stroll around all of the Olympic venues, lapping up the colourful multicultural buzz that only the Olympics can provide. The Dutch in their orange shirts, the boisterous Hungarians coming out of the handball arena, and the massed ranks of Polish fans entering the water polo arena were particularly conspicuous among the thousands and thousands of fans milling about. The largest contingent by far, quite naturally, were the British. “Ahhhh- but you aren’t legal,” I replied.“I won’t tell if you don’t tell,” Katelyn shot back.I chuckled, and quickly popped open my Jack Daniel’s Whiskey and poured two shots. Katelyn downed them both, one behind the other.“Whoa,” I retorted. “Go easy on that. I don’t need you getting drunk”“Oh,” she quickly replied, “I’m more fun when I am drunk.”Well that did it. I quickly poured a third shot glass of the golden-colored stuff. Katelyn downed it and then wiped her mouth with the back of her. When I returned to Cromwell for my junior year, we were in different rooms and saw very little of each other. That was the year I passed him in every respect. In addition to ranking at the top of the junior class I was a one-man wrecking crew on the football field and I got by better socially. Cindy was my steady girlfriend that year; Charlie was still a virgin.As officers we worked closely our senior year at Cromwell but we weren't what you would call close friends. I spent two weekends at his.