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    "I'm bored," Dhani said, kicking at the dirt, schooling his face with his most pouty expression.

    "You don't think gardening is fun?" George asked he planted a petunia, patting down the dirt around it firmly.

    Olivia was sitting nearby in a lawn chair, her tan legs propped up, the newspaper splayed on her knees. "Well, it says here that the fair is in town."

    Dhani's eyes lit up. "Ooh, can we go?" He made his eyes big and stared at his dad.

    George watered the petunia that he had just planted and wiped the perspiration from his forehead. "Sure."

    "Yay!" Dhani cried, beginning to jump up and down. "Last one to the car is a rotten egg!"

    Olivia laughed and smiled as she watched him dash to the car.

* * *

"You know what sounds like a good idea?" John said to Cynthia as they washed the dishes, Julian playing with his dinosaurs behind them in the living room.

    "What?" she said, drying off a platter with a rag.

    "Going to the fair. Jules has been nagging at me that he wants his summer to be memorable."

    "That sounds like a great idea," Cynthia said with a smile.

    "Hey, squirt!" John called to his son.

    "Yeah?" The dinosaurs paused in eating one another as Julian looked up at his father.

    "Your mother and I decided to take you to the fair!" John announced.

    Julian's mouth dropped. "Yes!" He said with a fist-pump, the dinosaurs forgotten on the carpet.

    They all piled into the car and headed for the fair, Julian chattering excitedly in the back seat, Cynthia nodding and smiling, and John trying to not wreck them into the ditch. They pulled into the parking lot, and John pulled the keys from the ignition. He stepped out, slamming his door when he saw someone familiar across the lot.

    "Oh, my God!" he yelled. "Cyn, Jules, get down!"

    Cynthia looked bewildered, Julian freezing. "What? What is it, John?" Cyn asked as her husband ducked behind the car.

    "Get down," he hissed again. "I just saw Paul."
    Cynthia refused to hide and planted her fists on her hips. "What is wrong with seeing Paul?"

    "He's my nemesis," John whispered fiercely, peering around the hood to see Macca and his family entering the fairgrounds.

    Cynthia rolled her eyes. "Your nemesis. Sure."

    "Dad has a nemesis?" Julian asked, glancing between them with wide eyes.

    "Of course I do," John said, standing up once Paul was out of sight. "Every adult does, whether they want to admit it or not."

    "When will I get a nemesis?" Julian asked.

    "Hopefully never," Cynthia mumbled, taking him by the shoulders and hurrying him toward the fairgrounds.

    "What are you doing?" John said, throwing out his arms. "We can't go in THAT way. Paul went in there."

    "Oh?" Cynthia said, raising an eyebrow. "And do you see another entrance?"

    "We can hop the fence," John said, observing the picket fence.

    "Stop being ridiculous," Cynthia said, grabbing his arm and hauling him toward the entrance.

* * *

"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!" Stella cried, tugging on his sleeve with each 'Daddy.'

    "Yes?" Paul said blearily. He hadn't had any sleep for what seemed like . . . How old was Mary again? Nine? Well, it felt like he hadn't slept for nine years. He reminded himself never to have three kids ever again.

    "I want that pony!" Stella said, pointing to the stuffed horse hanging in one of the booths. The man in the booth looked like he was enjoying his job just as much as someone could enjoy watching the grass grow. He wore sunglasses and had a lopsided beard.

    "That's the ring toss," Paul said resentfully. "You know they rig those."
    "I've won plenty of ring tosses in my day," Linda said proudly, and marched over to the booth. "Hello, sir."

    The man didn't reply, continued to lounge in the lawn chair under the awning.

    "I'd like to play your game," Linda said, slapping the money down on the counter.

    The man didn't move.

    "He really hates his job," Mary said under her breath.

    "You're telling me," Paul mumbled back.

    "Sir." Annoyance was beginning to creep into Linda's voice.

    The man jolted, slinging his arms over the rests of the chair, his legs kicking up. His sunglasses fell of his face as he looked around in bewilderment. "Where am I? This doesn't look like my RV."

    Linda arched a pale brow. "You're at the fair, and I want to play your game."

    The man blinked at her wearily, and Paul realized that he had been wearing sunglasses so he could sleep without anyone knowing it. Clever. Paul stashed the idea away for later and made note to use it sometime.

    "Oh!" the man exclaimed, standing up hurriedly from his lawn chair. "The ring toss game."

    "Yeah," Linda said flatly.

    He gathered up the money she had put on the counter and gave her a few rings. He stepped back, greedily counting the money, as Linda began to throw the rings. Paul watched as the first ring soared through the air and fell around the neck of one of the bottles. His eyes widened in surprise. Since when did someone actually win one of these games?

    The man seemed taken aback as well, his mouth dropping, his money counting paused as he watched Linda throw the rest of the rings around the bottles' necks. He took several moments to recover from his shock, and he asked, "Which prize?"

    "The pony," Linda said with a beam, pointing to the stuffed horse.

    The man sullenly pulled it off the rack and handed it to her, and Linda immediately gave it to Stella.

    "Now I want one," Mary said as they began to make their way through the fair.

    Baby James began to bawl into Paul's shoulder as he held him, obviously saying that he wanted a prize as well.

    "Well, just pick out a prize you want and you can win it," Linda said as they strolled.

    Paul stopped in his tracks, staring across the fair.

    "What is it, Dad?" Mary asked.

    "My nemesis," he breathed.

    Linda stopped and turned to look at him. "What?"

    "John," he said, scrambling to hide behind a face-painting booth. "I can't be seen! John's here!"

    Linda fixed him with an incredulous look. "I think it's about time you outgrew this nemesis thing, Paul."

    Paul gaped at her in horror. "You don't simply 'outgrow' a nemesis, Linda. They are with you your entire life."

    She sighed exasperatedly. "We are not getting our time ruined just because you and John have a longstanding enemy-ship."

    "Enemy-ship?" Paul echoed. "Is that a word?"

    "It is now," she said, and grabbed his arm. "Come on. We'll just stay on the opposite side of the fair from him."

* * *

"I saw him!" John said, pointing to Paul who was behind the face-painting booth. "We need to get out of here before he sees me!"

    Cynthia rolled her eyes. "We'll stay away from him. Come on. This way." She led John and Julian, who was eating cotton candy, in the opposite direction.

* * *

"This game is a bunch of boloney!" Ringo yelled, throwing down the hammer and kicking it across the grass.

    "Richie," Mo said, coming closer to soothe him. "Don't throw a fit in front of the kids. You're not setting a good example."

    Ringo looked at his three kids, who were regarding him with wide eyes, before turning his gaze back to Maureen. "I can't help it if the game is rigged. You pick up this fake hammer and slam it on this pad thing and no matter how hard you hit it, it still doesn't budge."

    "Let me try, Dad," Jason said, picking up the fallen hammer and walking up to the pressure pad. He wound up, the hammer going over his shoulder, before he brought it down on the pad. Something rushed up the top of the pole until it reached the top and a bell rang.

    Ringo stared at the game. "I can't believe a seven-year-old just beat me on a strength game."

    "It's all right, Richie," Mo said, patting his arm.

    Jason ran over to him with the stuffed octopus he won. "Here, Dad. For trying."

    "Thanks," Ringo said, still sullen, but his mood was helped with the octopus. They began walking again, Lee and Zak bickering back and forth about something stupid that Ringo didn't care to pay attention to.

    Ringo squinted across the grounds. "George?"

    The familiar man turned to look at him. "Ringo?"

    "It's you!" Ringo said, and broke out into a run toward his old friend. They began to run, their arms outstretched for one another. Their wives raised their eyebrows in unison as they watched their husbands slow-motion run toward each other.

    Somewhere on the way to George, Ringo collided with someone in his path. The two fell into the dirt together.

    "Watch where you're going, you — " John cut himself off when he saw who it was. "Rings! Long time no see."

    Ringo clapped him on the shoulder, and George casually walked over. "Heya, John."

    John said grinned up at George.

    "Ringo?" came a voice behind him. "George? Is that you?" Someone came running up, but the footsteps stopped, and John's smile faded.

    Ringo turned around to see Paul standing behind him, James in his arms, eyes locked onto John. "You," he breathed.

    "Me," John agreed.

    Cynthia and Julian were standing nearby nervously. "Now, now, we don't need to — "

    Linda came up behind Paul and put a hand on his shoulder, murmuring something to him. Paul didn't seem to be listening to her, only staring at John. Ringo felt like he was watching a showdown between two lions.

    John got to his feet, and several agonizingly slow seconds passed before they threw themselves into each other's arms. "It's been so long since I've seen you, nemesis!" Paul said.

    "I know, right, nemesis?" John said, nodding and pulling away.

    Ringo's and George's mouths were hanging open. "What," George said, "in God's name?"

    Cynthia narrowed her eyes. "I thought they were nemeses."

    Linda looked incredulous as well. "I did too."

    "Well, we are," Paul reassured them. "We just haven't seen each other in a while! Nemeses can't be nemeses if the hatred between them isn't renewed every so often."

    "I don't understand what's going on," Olivia admitted.

    "Yeah, I don't either," George said, shaking his head.

    "I really don't," Dhani chimed in.

    "Hey, nemesis," John said, "how about we get lunch together? You know, so we can renew our hatred for one another."

    "Of course, nemesis," Paul said. "Come on, Linda and kids."

    John looked over his shoulder and said, "Comin', Cyn? Jules?"

    "Of course," Cynthia said, still in shock.

    Ringo shook his head as he watched them walk away. "I didn't understand that reunion."
    "Me neither," George said. "How about we get lunch as well?"

    Ringo smiled.

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