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I really hope I don't have to go back to Niagara Falls next weekend. Two weeks in a row was enough.
On Saturday, Duncan said that he had a feeling that his father was in Niagara Falls, and crazy. I asked him what he was basing this on, and he said it was just a feeling, but a really strong one. He wanted to go to the Falls to see if it was true. At about that point Charles Wallace wandered into the room, heard "Niagara Falls," and immediately decided that all three of us would go. My parents are still pretty happy about me and Charles Wallace not trying to maim each other, so they agreed that it was a good, if insane, idea, to go to the Falls to stop Duncan's father who may or may not be in Niagara Falls from jumping into the Falls and/or river.
We went on the casino/sightseeing bus again, and yet again were the youngest people on it. Charles Wallace insisted on sitting next to Duncan and asking him about floaters and decomposition. The bus dropped us off at the tourist centre across from the Falls, and Duncan went in to ask where you'd throw yourself in if you were suicidal and at Niagara Falls. The people at the tourist desk were pretty worried about Duncan right then, and, catching sight of me and Charles Wallace, complimented him on his lovely child (hoping to divert him and give him something to live for, I guess). Charles Wallace got all annoyed since he thought he looked to old to be my son, but I managed to get them both out of the tourist centre before anything serious happened. Then Duncan found two OPP officers and asked them where the best jumping spots were. It didn't seem like the brightest thing in the world to ask the police where to kill yourself, even if you had every intention of stopping a suicide that might not even be happening anyway, so it was really good right then that Charles Wallace announced that he was really hungry. Charles Wallace insisted on the Rainforest Cafe, and Duncan thought it would be cool, so I resigned myself to being carried along on their playdate and we went up Clifton Hill. Duncan insisted on sitting under the animatronic snake, and Charles Wallace kicked a monkey. Once I overtipped the waiters who didn't bother to throw us out for mechanical animal abuse, we got out and saw Arne near the door in the bar. Charles Wallace ran over to him before Duncan and I could grab his arms and get him out.
It got weirder after that. Duncan's father had been hanging out at the bar with Arne. Duncan had words with his father, and eventually Mr. Anderson used my telephone to call Mrs. Anderson. Mrs. Anderson said a few things that I hadn't heard before, even when she was commenting on that letter Dr. Patterson wrote about Duncan. It all ended up with Mr. Anderson telling his wife that he would be back the next day, but Duncan would be back on the 7:00 p.m. bus back to Milborough with me and Charles Wallace. Arne felt bad, or something, and said he and Mr. Anderson would take Charles Wallace on the Maid of the Mist, and that we could come along if we wanted or just hang out at his hotel. We took the keys and left.
Arne's room was interesting: for some reason he had a honeymoon suite, and there were several types of false moustaches, eyebrows, and sideburns littering the dresser area. I wanted to have a better look around at what Arne was doing, but Duncan had a better idea.
We got back to Milborough late, and we all went straight home. Mrs. Anderson had called earlier to talk to my mother about Arne, and my father was trying Arne's secret cell phone number when we got in. Every time I think I can predict how awful my uncle will be, he gets worse. I might as well get used to welcoming disaster.
On Saturday, Duncan said that he had a feeling that his father was in Niagara Falls, and crazy. I asked him what he was basing this on, and he said it was just a feeling, but a really strong one. He wanted to go to the Falls to see if it was true. At about that point Charles Wallace wandered into the room, heard "Niagara Falls," and immediately decided that all three of us would go. My parents are still pretty happy about me and Charles Wallace not trying to maim each other, so they agreed that it was a good, if insane, idea, to go to the Falls to stop Duncan's father who may or may not be in Niagara Falls from jumping into the Falls and/or river.
We went on the casino/sightseeing bus again, and yet again were the youngest people on it. Charles Wallace insisted on sitting next to Duncan and asking him about floaters and decomposition. The bus dropped us off at the tourist centre across from the Falls, and Duncan went in to ask where you'd throw yourself in if you were suicidal and at Niagara Falls. The people at the tourist desk were pretty worried about Duncan right then, and, catching sight of me and Charles Wallace, complimented him on his lovely child (hoping to divert him and give him something to live for, I guess). Charles Wallace got all annoyed since he thought he looked to old to be my son, but I managed to get them both out of the tourist centre before anything serious happened. Then Duncan found two OPP officers and asked them where the best jumping spots were. It didn't seem like the brightest thing in the world to ask the police where to kill yourself, even if you had every intention of stopping a suicide that might not even be happening anyway, so it was really good right then that Charles Wallace announced that he was really hungry. Charles Wallace insisted on the Rainforest Cafe, and Duncan thought it would be cool, so I resigned myself to being carried along on their playdate and we went up Clifton Hill. Duncan insisted on sitting under the animatronic snake, and Charles Wallace kicked a monkey. Once I overtipped the waiters who didn't bother to throw us out for mechanical animal abuse, we got out and saw Arne near the door in the bar. Charles Wallace ran over to him before Duncan and I could grab his arms and get him out.
It got weirder after that. Duncan's father had been hanging out at the bar with Arne. Duncan had words with his father, and eventually Mr. Anderson used my telephone to call Mrs. Anderson. Mrs. Anderson said a few things that I hadn't heard before, even when she was commenting on that letter Dr. Patterson wrote about Duncan. It all ended up with Mr. Anderson telling his wife that he would be back the next day, but Duncan would be back on the 7:00 p.m. bus back to Milborough with me and Charles Wallace. Arne felt bad, or something, and said he and Mr. Anderson would take Charles Wallace on the Maid of the Mist, and that we could come along if we wanted or just hang out at his hotel. We took the keys and left.
Arne's room was interesting: for some reason he had a honeymoon suite, and there were several types of false moustaches, eyebrows, and sideburns littering the dresser area. I wanted to have a better look around at what Arne was doing, but Duncan had a better idea.
We got back to Milborough late, and we all went straight home. Mrs. Anderson had called earlier to talk to my mother about Arne, and my father was trying Arne's secret cell phone number when we got in. Every time I think I can predict how awful my uncle will be, he gets worse. I might as well get used to welcoming disaster.
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