It was early spring, my wife and I had spring fever. We decided to go to a sportsman exposition for something to do. We also were looking for an out...door activity to do after it warmed up in a few months. At the expo, there were booths related to hiking, mountain climbing, biking, hunting, fishing, and just about any outdoor adventure that you could think about.My wife enjoyed the freebies that they gave at the booths, and she also entered several drawings. We stopped at a booth that had a. Bethany handed our tickets to the teacher at the door and we walked in and turned left to the gym where our dances were held.The dance committee had done a great job. There were streamers, flowers, and other decorations. Most walls were covered with some kind of cloth to hide the cinderblocks. A DJ was set up on the stage at the far end of the gym, since it doubled as the auditorium.We grabbed some punch and found a table and sat down. The DJ started off with Twist and Shout by the Beatles. Done, he and I headed outside to talk under my still inadequate umbrella.“And Sarah wanted to see me why?” I said. “She’s made no effort in over the past two years to do so; none of you have except Mia last year. So why now?”“It’s complicated, but there’s the wedding of course. And as hard as it may be for you to believe, you do come up in conversation fairly regularly. Oh, and not always in a positive vein I’d have to say if I’m going to be honest,” he said. “Oh, and Abigail wants to stomp on. Trish rinsed and gargled some water then said, “let’s go, I’ll put it in.” Vicky eyed her suspiciously then Trish followed with, “don’t give me that look, I’ll be gentler than dad will.” Vicky figured she was telling the truth, but she knew she wouldn’t be gentle either. Trish liked to give pain almost as much as she liked receiving it. Still she knew she had to get her tail in, and she wouldn’t be able to do it herself. She returned to her room with Trish, and pointed out her tail on the.