walked down the street, a sick feeling in my stomach. Today was Wednesday. My so-called life will end in two days. Ohh, this was not good. No. Not good at all. I felt absolutely nauseous just thinking about it. This was too much. Just a little too much for me to handle. I sat down on the curb, my mind reeling. I hadn�t seen Jack since that entire fainting episode, which had been on Saturday night. Now, I would have to tell him about...oh, arghh, why? I mean, in a tiny way I was kind of excited. After all I love going to the theater and I wanted to spend some time with Jack.

I sat there, my forehead wrinkled in concentration. The gears in my head were turning now... Ok, I needed to have a plan. I really don�t know that Jack has the best manners in the world but, well, I suppose I could teach him the basics. Enough to squeak by anyway. Jack would be perfectly courteous to my father, at least as best he knew how. Ok, so I knew that with a little work I could get that aspect of the evening past my father.

Still, one look at Jack and my father would know he wasn�t exactly high class. Between the worn and dusty clothes to the unkept hair and bandanna, Jack would stick out like a sore thumb at the theater. I had to get him cleaned up before we went. The theater was a big event, I would have to get him a tuxedo. I wonder if I could borrow one from James, our butler. They had to be fairly close in height and build. I would have used some of Johnny�s clothes but Jack was too tall.