The woman waved a ticket and pointed to Ted, standing by his booth. “He gave us a special discount.”
“f*****g Ted,” I muttered under my breath.
Driving home that night, I stopped at the library and checked out all the books on Niagara Falls I could find. I couldn’t cure my shyness, but I could learn the stories behind the facts, spill them out like a waterfall. With all the new trivia stuffed inside me, I came up with an idea. I’d make a questionnaire. A did-you-know sheet. Use it as a hook.
Dad loved the idea. We were sitting on the dock watching the sunset after he’d watched me swim my evening lengths, back and forth between the dock and the floating raft. Mom was inside the house with Nana. Another evening she was too tired to come out. But she couldn’t sit and do nothing, so she sa
