Carter told us that he would be right back and started heading in the area toward dad. I could see dad's head across the room, and he is caught up in a conversation with a few other men who have their backs toward me. Must be some pack business, I will get with dad later. Austin puts my arm through his and he leads me around to the other side of the room from dad as I am greeted and exchange pleasantries with a great number of people. There is no way that I can remember all the names, and faces. There are about 400 people here at the ball, and I am starting to get overwhelmed. I keep smiling and greeting people and then met someone who clearly has an issue with me. Her face looks like she stepped into a pile of dog poo, and I knew that this conversation was not going to be a very good one.
