My brother and his wife arrived for a short visit.  Yup, this is the very one who, along with two of my cousins, made copies of my diary and sold it to the boys in my 8th grade class.  This is also the brother who locked me out of the bathroom when I was trying to get ready for a date.  We only had one in our home.  And then he jumped down the laundry shoot and into the basement and refused to come upstairs when my date rang the door bell. I had to answer . . .  in my curlers.  There is justice in this world though.  Terry grew up to have children just like him.