The Shabbat  I'm going to a Shabbat. I walk into the place and see that it is huge and lined with tables. People are eating right away. I see my friend Stephen Ramos at a table that seems pretty full. As I enter the place, my high school basketball teammate John Kulik walks out. I say hi. There is a lot of food on the tables: salads and other dishes. I sit with some men who are unfamiliar to me. They are in their early 30's, and seem like dorks. One of them is like Tom Ziegler, but rounder. One of them says he put an Ice House beer in the punch bowl to get the punch cold. I see the beer. I think my friend Nate Nelling may be there. I eat quickly, and drink lemonade. I say that I'm very hungry, but then I stop eating. I see two guys who I think are my cousins, Henry and Avery King. Then I realize that these are my friends Niles and Tim Zelling. There are some young women there who are part of the Jewish community. They dance down the long rows of tables. Everyone claps as the girls pass. Some people give a standing ovation. People sit on the floor behind their chairs as the girls dance. The girls dance between the person and the chair. They do this to me, and I move out into the aisle a little bit. I'm one of the only people sitting on my side of the table. There is a very long row of tables. One side of the tables is filled with people, and one side is sparsely populated. My friend Yvette Ullman is one of the dancers in the next aisle. I stare at her to make eye contact. She looks and sees me while she is dancing, but doesn't give me her characteristic smile. My dad is there, and he is now leaving. I walk with him to the back of the building, which is now a church. We talk about when we'll see each other next. He is coming through town next weekend. I tell him I have a lot of work to do, so Friday between noon and 2 p.m. would be good. Otherwise, we'll have to just get together really quick, because I need the other time to work. As my dad exits the church, my classmate Robyn Masters enters, and I hold the door for her. I feel dumb saying to my dad that I don't have a lot of time to visit, while Robyn is there.  I go back inside the church. I start to walk up to the front of the church and I hear a voice that says, "Kenneth, there's a service going on here!" I quickly turn around and walk out, apologizing. The woman who spoke is sitting on the end of a pew, dressed in blue with brown hair. She kind of reminds me of my ex-girlfriend's mother, Tamara Thomas, but also of all the other "respectable" women that haven't liked me and have reprimanded and embarrassed me. I walk out of the building with a classmate named Keith and another guy. We go to Keith's car. On the way to the car, we climb up a very steep bank covered in thick grass, to get to the parking lot. I am then crawling on the hood of the car, gripping where the hood meets the windshield. Keith is in the back seat, and then he opens the driver's door. I say that I'll drive, but as Keith gets into the driver's seat, I say that I'd better not drive, because I might crash his father's nice car. There is a box of Marlboro cigarettes under the radio. We start to drive. I'm in the front seat. Keith takes out a package of vitamin C drops and opens it. They are yellow and orange, and are the consistency of Pepto Bismol. The two guys I am with say these drops put them to sleep after a big meal. The Shabbat was in the church basement. It is dark and snow is on the ground. A man on a bike with two small children on the bike is riding towards us. Keith isn't looking. I yell at him to swerve. The man swerves to his left, while we swerve to our right. We are pulling a boat or a trailer. I don't think we hit the man, but the car behind us did. The man and the kids fly ahead of us. We stop. I run out ahead of the others. I go to the man. He is a person I know from Brimson names James Vegas. He says, "Just give me the bill now!" He is hurt and angry. I tell him not to move. "The more you move now, the more pain you will be in later", I tell him. I yell to a lady at a nearby house to dial 911. I take off my jacket and put it on James. I tell the others to do the same. They do. We put their jackets on the children, who are babies. One is an infant with a cone-shaped top of its head. The infant has some red scrapes on its head.