THE FIRST TIME

CHAPTER SEVENTY-SIX - BREAKING UP IS HARD TO DO

"Remember when you held me tight

And you kissed me all through the night

Think of all that we've been through

And breaking up is hard to do"

NEIL SEDAKA (Single from 1962)

For weeks on end, Jen had become increasingly frustrated with herself and her (in her own humble opinion) downright pathetic lack of courage when it came to breaking up with Henry. Even if she'd always at her core been a people pleaser and someone, who wasn't fond of confrontations, this was starting to border on the ridiculous and in spite of her plans to fix her boyfriend up with another girl, he was still as faithful to her as ever, which only left her with one choice: To grab the bull by the horns and explain to Henry why it would be better for both of them, if they moved on with other people.

Before she got that far though, she had some half-sisterly hang-out time scheduled with Eve, who had some big news that she needed to share with her.

"What's so important that you had to tell me in person?" she asked Eve, after they'd just enjoyed a lovely, albeit a little old-fashioned, dinner with Grams and were getting set up for a few hours of lounging around in her room and doing next to nothing, except for talk and listen to the CDs in her meager collection.

"Before I tell you, just know that it isn't the end of the world for me, in any sort of way. I've been fired at the video store. It happened a few days ago" Eve confided to her.

"That certainly sucks, huh? I can't imagine that it'll be easy to find another job around here" she half stated, half asked Eve, knowing fully well that during the out of season lull, jobs weren't exactly hanging on the trees in Capeside and that nearly all of those, who had one, held onto it for dear life.

"The best that I can hope for is becoming a waitress and with me having zero job experience, I can probably shoot a white arrow after that idea. Which is why I've spoken to both my dad and my adoptive parents, and they've agreed to help me out with finding a place to live in Boston. Not only that, but they've also agreed to pay for my security deposit as well, plus rent for the first two months. Jen, you know that I love both you and Grams, but ..."

"It's an offer that's too enticing to refuse. I get it" she told a relieved looking Eve, although she could easily detect some nervousness in her half-sister too.

"My dad called it payback for all of those Christmas and birthday gifts that he hadn't had to buy me over the years. For my adoptive parents, I think that it's more about soothing their own guilt, for how I was never treated as an equal to their other kids. In any case, it's a chance for me to make something of myself, instead of being bored for nine hours a day in a video store, while I daydream of being anywhere else. That sort of life just isn't for me, Jen, and it never will be" Eve truthfully told her, and with Jen knowing that she probably would have felt the same way too, there was little more that she could do than play the supportive half-sister from then on out.

"When are you leaving?"

"Very soon, probably. My dad is driving me down there tomorrow to look at some small apartments that we found in the listings, and I should be able to afford living in even after I've started college. Which only leaves one last hurdle to pass, before I've reached the proverbial goal-line ..."

"Dawson?" she asked Eve, who replied with a sad nod.

"The poor guy! I mean, how many sixteen-year-olds have had two girlfriends skip town on them within less than half a year of each other?" Eve rhetorically asked, sounding like she legitimately meant it, when it came to feeling sorry for him. "I mean, we both knew going in that it probably wouldn't last forever between us, but I'd never intended it to end in a way that's this cruel towards him! Which brings me to a favor that I need to ask from you. I need you to make sure that he's okay, after I've left. At least for a short while until you're sure that he's back to himself again."

"Yeah, sure. He'll understand though, I'm pretty sure of it. Just ... try to be gentle with him, when you do it. He is the sensitive artist type to the core, after all" she told Eve, offering up the best advice that she could at the time.

"We're talking the textbook version of how every break-up should go!" Dawson joyously told Pacey, while they were waiting for the unexpected school assembly for the day to begin, along with the rest of the students at Capeside High. "There was no shouting, no tears and best of all, now I can move on to someone else without having to worry if it will hurt her feelings, thanks to her being all of the way down in Boston! Honestly, it feels like I've won the lottery here!"

"You aren't just a little disappointed that you never went all the way with her?" Pacey asked him.

"No, not really. Don't get me wrong, Eve has a ton of great qualities ..."

"I can easily come up with two of them!" Pacey interrupted him with, followed by a wink of the eye.

"You just had to throw that one in there, didn't you?"

"Yeah, I couldn't help myself. Go on."

"The thing is though, that for as much as I fell for her, I couldn't ever picture us having a future together. It always felt like we were on different tracks in life, and it was just for this brief and fleeting period of time that we happened to be at the same station. I still wish that sweet and let's be honest here, incredibly sexy girl nothing but the best, it isn't like that, I just don't think that we were meant to last longer than we did" he tried to explain to Pacey, who replied with an understanding look on his mug.

"I guess then that the only question is who the lucky girl will be, who'll get to become one half of Dawson Leery's next great romance?" Pacey asked him, at a low enough volume that not too many people around them would hear it.

"As a matter of fact, I already have a candidate in mind. I'll give you a hint: She loves movies almost as much, as I do and the theater a lot more than I do."

"A wise choice, if you want to hear my two cents on it! How are you planning on making it happen however, that's what I'm curious about?"

"Isn't asking an object of your desire out on a date usually a logical first step?"

"I'll keep my fingers crossed for you, my old compadre. Now, let's see what our dear principal has to tell us that's so important that he couldn't just tell us over the P.A. system" Pacey said, as they turned their attention to the stage of the auditorium, where Principal Green was ready to address his students.

"Good afternoon, students of Capeside High" the principal began with. "I only have two things on the agenda today and I'll try to keep it brief, so as not to interrupt your classes more than I have to. The first is that we've seen a rise in drug offenses at the school lately, especially when it comes to use of Marijuana. As late as yesterday, I had to suspend a student for possessing the drug on school premises, so I thought that it was worth reminding the rest of you of what will happen, if you're caught either in possession of Marijuana or caught being high on school premises. The first time, you'll get suspended for two weeks, the second time for a month and the third time, you will be expelled from the school. Additionally, we will hand any and all cases over to the Police Department and I can guarantee you that they don't look lighter on drug offenses than I and the school board do. The second and last item on our agenda is that that the school board has just this morning decided to allow Chris Wolfe and Belinda McGovern to return to our school, effective from the beginning of next week. I'm well aware that several of you no doubt are still harboring grudges against one or both of them, but in the eyes of the school board, they've served their sentences and any cases of bullying against them will be punished swiftly with a trip to detention. Don't test the bull, my dear students, or you'll get the horns! You many return to your classrooms."

After having listened to that (thankfully short!) speech from the principal, Dawson and the rest of his classmates began making their way back to the classroom, they'd just come from prior to the assembly. Luckily for Dawson, this also gave him the chance to have a short chat with the latest "Object of his Desires", better known to most people simply as Nikki.

"Jen told me about you and your girlfriend breaking up. Are you okay?" she asked him, sounding like she cared, but still with a small hint of something else in her voice. Hope, perhaps? It was hard for him to tell.

"Yeah, I am. We ended it as friends and that's the main thing to me. Now, she can move down to Boston with a clear conscience and peace of mind, while I can move onto whatever awaits me here. I guess what I'm saying is that it's nothing to cry over, if that's what you were wondering" he explained to Nikki, who smiled in such a cute way at him that it was impossible for him not to want to return it with one of his own.

Was he just kidding himself into thinking that he was fine? No, because as they say, when one door closes, another one opens. Or at least, that was what he kept reminding himself of.

Before her mom passed away, Andie had always prided herself on being the top student at her school. In many ways, this had been a coping mechanism for her and the only way that she could feel like she was an equal to her two brothers, both of whom had her beat in just about every other way, she could possibly think of. They were popular, while she wasn't and new potential new friends seemed to flock towards them, whether they wanted them to or not, while she felt like she had to fight for every new friend that she'd manage to make in the sixteen years or so that she'd called this world her home.

Not that she'd ever been jealous of them as such, it was just the way things were and had always been, and the rise in her brother's mood every time that he got an e-mail or a phone call from his "Boy Crush" would usually make her smile too, just for how much she felt like he deserved it, considering the hell that he'd gone through and the responsibilities that he'd had to take on, ever since that fateful day where Tim had been taken from them in the worst way, he possibly could have been.

Such was the case too on this day and the plastered-on smile that Jack had on his face, as they sat and surfed on the school's computers before class began and he read the e-mail that Ethan had sent to him, told her that what it said wasn't something that her brother minded the tiniest bit.

"So, what's the scoop?" she asked Jack quietly enough that only those sitting closest to them would be able to overhear it.

"It looks like I have a date for the Winter Formal" Jack informed her with a wide smile that said everything about how much this meant to him.

"Congratulations. I guess this is final proof that there really is hope for everyone!" she teasingly replied to her brother, who didn't seem fazed by her teasing at all, though.

"Even you?" he asked her.

"I have to plead the fifth on that question, on account of there not really being anything to tell you", she lied to her brother, in a big way too.

"You are hopefully aware that it isn't completely unthinkable for a girl to ask a guy out? Look at it this way, Sis: You can either sit around for the rest of high school and wait for something to perhaps happen that probably never will, or you can take a chance and ask someone out a date" Jack told her, like this wasn't something that she already could have told herself just as easily.

"What if I get turned down? I'd feel humiliated" she brought up to her brother, who didn't look like he was too sympathetic to her plight.

"Then, you learn from it, take it on the chin and move on to the next one in line. No one ever told you that this love stuff was going to be easy, did they?" Jack rhetorically asked her and boy, was he not wrong there!

After Eve's break-up with Dawson had gone as well as it had, it had filled Jen with a wave of self-confidence and determination that she could pull off almost as great of a break-up with Henry. Of course, with Jen being Jen and always a little on the insecure side, she'd called upon Joey and Abby to be her subjects for a test run of how the break-up could go, with Abby playing the part of Henry and Joey being the objective observer.

"Henry, I think that we need to break up ..." she began explaining to Abby, who'd already gotten into character as the boyfriend, who's about to get dumped.

"Why? What did I do wrong?" Abby, who was bordering on comically overacting, asked her back.

"It isn't you, it's me. You're a really great guy, it's just ... you're too young for me, okay? The age difference is just too much right now" she tried explaining, while stumbling over her words several times along the way.

"I don't understand. I mean, I'm older now than I was when you first kissed me" Abby replied, and for as much as Jen tried to come up with a good answer, the closest that her brain could come up with was "I am rubber, you are glue". A dark omen for sure.

"I'm so bad at this, it isn't even funny!" she stated to her two friends, after the fourth attempt hadn't gone any better than the previous three had. In fact, they'd only kept going progressively worse and it made her seriously wonder how she was going to get through it, once it became time for the real deal to take place.

"Jen, just be honest with him and you'll do perfectly fine!" Joey tried to reassure her, even if didn't help much.

"It's more how he comes out of it that I'm worried over" she answered Joey, even if it was only fifty percent of the truth.

"With all of those ninth grader fangirls of his that he has drooling over the mere sight him? Trust me, they'll be lining up around the block to be the first one to get to comfort him!" Abby bluntly stated, although she probably wasn't entirely wrong in what she was saying.

"Jen, it has to be done, and you'll feel so much better afterwards that it'll be like night and day compared to right now. Sometimes, you just have you rip off that band-aid, you know?" Joey said, offering up one last piece of encouragement before the attendance bell called an end to their little "Break-Up Practice Session".

Later that day though, was when the real break-up would happen, if Jen had her way. Would she have the courage to go through with it though, when she was standing there and looking into Henry's youthful and innocent eyes? Deep down, she still wasn't sure, but she was sure as heck going to give it a shot.

If there was one thing that Dawson couldn't consider himself well versed at, it was how to get things started with a member of the opposite sex that he was starting to develop fussy feelings for. After all, the only other two times that he'd initiated something with a girl, it had come out of nowhere and he hadn't had to do too much thinking about it, before he found himself on the road to getting a date with either of those two girls.

With Nikki it was a bit different, since he hadn't known her for most of his life (like he had with Mary-Beth) and she wasn't naturally flirty (like Eve was), but he did have a good "In" with her, that being their school production of "Barefoot in the Park" and with every day that had gone by since she'd asked him to be her co-producer, he'd tried to slowly amp up on the flirting with each day, in the hope that she would understand that he was into the idea of dating her. At the same time of course, he had to keep his mind on his work and as the days counted down to opening night, he'd slowly begun to the feel the butterflies in his stomach that their cast members were obviously feeling in abundance too. No one more than Mandy however, whose nervousness shone through like it didn't with any of the others and with him having played a not so small part in bringing her in this situation, he also felt like he had to take it upon himself to guide her through this in the best way that he could.

For this sole reason, he'd asked her to come in early for the last round of "normal" rehearsals, before it became time for their dress rehearsal that the day afterwards would be followed by opening night.

"Mandy, I think that you already know why I asked you be here early today" he tried easing into the subject with, so as not to make the younger girl feel like he was imposing on her and her privacy.

"I guess so" she told him, while she stared a hole through the floor. "You're firing me from the play, aren't you?"

"No, it's nothing like that!" he told Mandy, who finally gathered the courage to look him in the eyes and from the looks of it, was all kinds of relieved on top of it. "I can't help notice how nervous you get out on stage however, and it's my job as your director ... or rather, one of them, to see if I can't help you to get past it. Talk to me here."

"It's ... it's Henry, okay? Being around him has all of a sudden begun to make me nervous like it didn't used to, and I have no idea why!" Mandy confessed to him and just like when he'd had his talk with Henry a handful of days earlier, he couldn't help himself from smiling to himself a little.

"You don't think that it's because you could have a crush on him?" he probingly asked Mandy, whom he couldn't help noticing blushed a little at his rather direct question.

"Even if I do, why would he choose me over all of those other and far prettier girls? Let's face it, Dawson. I'm far from being anyone special" Mandy told him with a shake of her innocent and pretty head that instantly made his heart go out to her.

"How do you know that Henry doesn't think that you're someone special? Mandy, I'm sure that you've heard the term "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder", right?" he asked Mandy, who replied with a small nod. "It's as true as any saying out there."

"You're just saying that to make me feel better, aren't you?"

"If you want to hear of an example of it, my ex-girlfriend Mary-Beth wasn't what you'd call a fox in the eyes of most guys, but none of those guys ever took the time to get to know her like I did, so they never got the chance to see the inner beauty in her that I did. After I'd begun to see that side of her, I was as sold on her as any guy my age can be on a girl. I guess, what I'm trying to tell you here is not to sell yourself short" he told Mandy, and from what he could tell, he'd at least managed to instill a small bit of courage in her that would hopefully be useful to her when those bright lights came on and showtime had finally arrived.

Post-rehearsal, he had to live with for once not being able to get his parents to come and pick him up, so he'd managed to bum a ride from Jack, who was heading in the same direction.

"So, are you ever going to ask Nikki out?" Jack casually asked him, while they were waiting at an intersection for a traffic light to turn from red to green.

"Do you think that I should?" he asked back, sounding aloof enough to not give away that he'd already been considering how to for a handful of days.

"I just think that if there's any coupling up of a guy and girl at our school that would make perfect sense, it's you two. Well, except for perhaps Joey and Pacey, but the two of them are a hard couple to top in that department" Jack dryly joked, leading to them sharing a small chuckle. "There is a winter formal coming up in a few weeks, you know?"

"Do you think that she'll want to be my date for it?" he asked Jack, who revved the engine up again, now that the traffic light had changed.

"There's only one way to find out, isn't there?" Jack rhetorically asked him and with Dawson neither being able to or wanting to come up with a comeback line, they laid the subject to rest.

On the rest of the drive home, he began to get an idea that for a usually rather quiet and reserved guy like himself was more than a little out of the ordinary. One, that if it was pulled off the right way, would (hopefully) make it nearly impossible for Nikki to say no to him: A Prom-Posal of an epic nature!

Andie had never seen herself as being the judgmental type, but nevertheless, the past weeks had shown her that she indeed had been and not only that, but she'd also been much worse at it than pretty much everyone that she knew was. If she had to find someone to blame for it, it had to be her father, who'd (either consciously or subconsciously) been putting ideas into her head since her childhood that the world was basically filled with two kinds of people: The "Proper" people like them, who followed the rules to the letter and the "Un-Proper" people, who mostly lived their lives as they pleased and (according to him) she should look down on for falling outside of the narrow-minded ideals that a town like Capeside still held onto for dear life, like it was the end all. be all of how to lead a happy life. Her mother, on the other hand, had been close to the complete opposite to her dad in how she viewed those around her in society and had made sure to instill humanist beliefs into her three children, while making sure to remind them that we all come from different backgrounds and that every little thing that happens to us over time, helps to shape us into the person, we'll end up as.

For Andy, it more or less all began and ended with him having a lousy homelife, where he'd been pretty much forced to raise himself, ever since his father had skipped town on him and his mother when he was still just a small child, never to be heard from or seen again. With him not having any siblings and a mom, who had to be one of the worst workaholics that she could remember having heard of, this only left one place for him to learn how to get by in the world: The streets, and as he'd quickly come to find out, he was far from the only kid in their town, who was stuck in an unlucky situation like that.

One of them was Casey, an easily lovable same-aged girl as him that he'd become friends with when they were around ten years old, and was the only besides themselves and Joey, who knew anything about what him and Andie had been getting up to a regular basis. Unlike how it was with Joey though, where Andie still wasn't entirely sure if she could fully trust her or not, she felt like Casey was someone that she could confess just about anything to and wouldn't find it someday being held against her.

"You actually like going to the conformity factory?" Casey suspiciously asked her, while they were hanging out down by the pier after school and were waiting for Andy to return, after having excused himself to go off and take a leak in one of the few establishments down there that were both still open and wouldn't immediately chase him out for not fitting in with the clientele that they preferred to have visit them. Prior to this, the three of them had smoked a joint together down by the beach, that thankfully at this time of year wasn't so over-run with out-of-towners that it made it impossible to find a moment of privacy down there. A joint that still an hour and a half later had Andie feeling a bit dizzy, but in that cool and relaxed way where nothing that the world could throw her way would faze her and she was able to let all of the BS go in one ear and out the other, like it was almost second nature to her.

"You just have to learn to play by their rules. Do you really hate school that much?" she asked Casey, who thought about if for a few seconds, before she shook her head.

"I don't hate it as such, I just can't see why they have to fill our heads up with a bunch of useless knowledge that most of us won't have any use for after high school is over. Now, if they'd had a class called "How to not give a crap about all of the high school BS 101", I'd sign up for it in an instant, but I don't see it happening anytime soon!" Casey dryly joked and even if she didn't entirely agree, Andie quickly found herself giggling along with her.

"Don't you think that just about everyone would want to?" Andie logically asked back, after their little giggling spell had finally subsided.

"Probably. So, what are we up to for the rest of the day?" Casey asked her, like she was supposed to know!

"I don't have a clue! We can just hang out, I guess."

"That's all that I do after school every day! Come on, Andie! I want to do something exciting that I haven't already done a million times before!" Casey had just proclaimed when Andy came back from his restroom break.

"Like what?" he asked them, before sitting down next to them.

"Maybe, we could steal a car or something" Casey suggested, although all it got her was a vehement shaking of the head from the two others.

"We'll get caught in no time, probably before we've even reached the town limits" Andy chimed in with.

"I'm out too. Smoking a joint is one thing, but I'm nowhere near ready to take the step up to committing grand theft auto just yet" Andie semi-jokingly added, which seemed to put the matter to rest.

"I guess that I could ask my mom if she'll lend me her car. Even if it won't be as exciting as stealing a car, we can still pretend that we've stolen it" Casey suggested and with that, they had somewhat of a plan to move forward with.

Did Andie care the slightest that she was doing everything that her father had told her to stay away from, or that she had an important Geography test the day after that she'd barely studied for at all?

Not as long as it meant that she could spend the day with the boy, she'd fallen head over heels for and as an extra bonus, getting to hang out with an extremely cool girl, who treated her like she was just like everyone else and not like a girl, who was constantly one small step away from falling off a cliff, mentally speaking.

In the end, that was what Andie wanted most of all.

On her short walk from Grams' house over to Henry's family's house, Jen underwent several stages of what can best be described as emotional turmoil, ranging from bone-chilling fear to a feeling of relief that she was finally doing this and yes, even feeling a tiny bit of pride for once in her teenage life. More than one time though, she'd felt like turning around and taking the coward's way out again, still every time that it had happened, she'd managed to bring up some deeply hidden courage within herself and by the time she'd reached the house, she was determined to simply get it over with as fast as possible and if all went well, without any tears being shed on either part.

After she'd rang the doorbell and Henry's dad had been the one to open the door, it hadn't taken long for Henry to join her out in their front yard where they could talk in private.

"If you'd told me that you were coming over, I could have changed into something less ... homely before you got here" Henry started out by nervously saying, referring to the sweatpants and old and worn t-shirt, he was wearing.

"It doesn't bother me. You should see what I look like before I've had my morning shower" she jokingly replied, in the hope that if she could make this less uncomfortable from the start than it already was bound to become by the end, it would pay off when it came to the final result. "Henry, there's something that we need to talk about, and I think that it's best for both of us if ..."

"We broke up. Yeah, I've been thinking the same thing" Henry practically finished Jen's sentence for her. By doing so, he also sent a wave of relief flowing through her entire body.

"It isn't that I don't still like you, Henry, but the age difference is just too much for us to overcome right now. If you want to hear my advice, I'd tell you to find someone who's your own age and what's even more important, someone who's on the same playing field as you are. And guess what else?"

"What?"

"Once she gets to know the real you, she'll fall in love with you, because why wouldn't she? You're heading into some of the most amazing and incredible years of your life, Henry. Do yourself a big favor and make the most of them" she solemnly told Henry, before they shared one last hug, just for old times' sake.

After getting that figurative beast of burden off her back, she felt so elated that she had to tell someone about it and with her knowing from experience that Grams tended to zone out whenever she tried to discuss teenage subjects with her, the best choice that she had was stopping by Joey and Abby's house on the way home, even if it was a rather large detour.

Before she got that far, she caught a glimpse of something that she'd never imagined in a lifetime that she would ever see: Andie McPhee, sitting on the passenger seat of a parked car next to a long-haired guy, with another girl sitting in the back seat, and smoking something that unmistakenly looked to her like it was a joint.

While Andie was out living the wild and crazy life, Dawson was doing the complete opposite and with his newly found crush on Nikki having fed with him with a head full of inspiration, his fingers were flying so fast over the keyboard on his laptop that he'd never felt anything like it before. It wasn't only that he was writing at a break-neck speed either, what was coming down on the page was also some of the best work, he'd ever done.

What was it about those darned girls that gave them such a power over him? When he'd still been together with Mary-Beth, he'd felt like the luckiest guy on the face of the earth and it had only made it all the harder to move on, after she'd left him behind for what hopefully was a better life for her. Then, Eve had come along to fill the void inside that being without MB had left him with and she'd done a fine job at it, still being with her had mostly just reminded him of everything that he didn't have with her and had in abundance with his ex. The closeness, the feeling like you're genuinely making someone's day a little brighter just with the love that you gave to them and most of all, the feeling that he was with someone, whom he could see himself having a future with. Of course, the sexual exploration parts of being in a relationship were fun too, but he needed to feel wanted as well and while Eve was a fun and sweet girl, he'd always had a feeling whenever he was with her that he was just her placeholder, until someone or something better came along.

Nikki wasn't like that and already, just the handful of moments of flirting between had him as excited, as he hadn't been since he made those first fumbling moves towards becoming Mary-Beth's boyfriend almost a year earlier.

Heck, if everything worked out like he hoped, who was to say that Nikki couldn't wind up being the one, he would end up staying with? She certainly had everything that it took to on the surface, at least.

The day after, Andie woke up with a blistering headache and only a slight recollection of what had happened the day before. She could remember them (meaning herself, Casey and Andy) getting some scruffy looking and probably homeless guy to buy some beer for them and as for how many of them that she'd had, she hadn't the slightest clue. Just like she didn't have the slightest clue how she was going to even do decently on a Geography test that was less than three hours away, when her head was still in so much of a "Day After Mode" that piecing two thoughts together seemed like a near impossibility.

In the end, though, she didn't really care. She had Andy now and that was the only thing in the entire world, she could wrap her head around.

"Andie, you know that you're lying to yourself. Why do you keep doing it, then?" a familiar voice asked her, and as she opened her eyes, she saw the ghost (or apparition, or whatever you want to call it) of Tim, looking as disappointed in her, as she was probably would have felt in herself, had she not been far too blinded by love to care about pretty much anything else.

"Andy will come around, once he realizes how special this thing that we have is. I can feel it in my heart, Tim" she tried telling the figment of her own imagination, who didn't look like he (or it, if you want to be more accurate about the proper terminology) was buying it any more than she herself down deep was.

"He's leading you down a dark path, in case you hadn't noticed. This isn't you, Andie!" Tim tried telling her, before she closed her eyes and, like she'd done so many times before that she'd long since lost count of it, tried to ignore his presence.

It was one thing that she knew how crazy, she was. It didn't mean that she needed to be constantly reminded of it.

END OF CHAPTER SEVENTY-SIX