How your own mother was going to throw you out into the street. She told me how you were helping her with the farm just as I once had. I was to have m...et you when I was home on leave from Vietnam but I had suddenly returned to Vietnam.“When I looked at your photo I realized I had already met you,” Jack said as he went on with his story.Jack told me at first he thought his actions of that night had finally caught up with him. However as he read the letter from her he saw that she or I knew. After vomiting into a discarded bucket of Kentucky Fried Chicken, I left the sweet patch of green grass and went home to heave some more into my toilet bowl.I called in sick and went to bed.I have friends who have friends of friends.One of them gave me an invitation card to an official reception at the Enthwistle estate near Providence, Rhode Island. It was held to announce John Enthwistle III's engagement to the lovely Ms. Myriam Collins of well-known Boston stock.I went there. Don't ask me. Before I had a chance to distract myself with more pointlessness, theprofessor returned. He was sporting two glasses, he handed me the tallglass of iced lemonade and he kept the tall glass of something fardarker with a rather thick head. I wasn't a huge drinker, but I had toadmit part of me was debating asking for something to calm my nerves.Of course that was when I remembered that I was still 19 and this wasa university professor. The way things have been lately, he'd probablyget in more. "We had to prep for different types of students now, different needs andall that. Not to mention for all the different faculty members now.Though the biggest pain is probably having counselors on call for any ofthe kids who aren't doing well, even if they are High School age. Theyassigned me to teach the new bodies class in addition to my Math stufftoo. Going to be a pain," He said with a sigh as he ran his head throughhis curly afro, his unclad chest jiggling with the movement."Though I should.