>>1031219 >The party isn't supposed to start until noon, but people begin arriving at eight in the morning. It's a windy, gray day. You peer out of the communications tent you set up and hope that it doesn't rain. >Bands begin to play. People are taking tickets for the lottery of the thousand Cadillac door prizes. Hundreds of helium balloons float over the park, bright colors against the darkening sky. >"Won't be much fun if it rains," Uncle Clyde says, his usual cheerful self. >The phone rings. He picks it up for you. He talks for a while, then comes over to see you. "Bad news," he says, shaking his head. >What could go wrong now?
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