Food was served and soon everyone was in clusters. I hopped from cluster to cluster, exchanging 3 years of news in 5 minutes.
Oh, and in the three years I was gone, my cousin Gary made an Uncle out of me. Twice. Their names are Natasha and Nathalie.
Hmmmm! Uncle Jeremy. Psychologically, that adds ten years to your age.
I weathered the "Do you have a girlfriend?", the "How much longer are you going to be there?", and the "What happened to your hair?" questions. And then they left me alone.
