Tyche
Copyright© 2020 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 29
With Surprise auditing, we built Alice a boat to end all boats. It was exactly on weight ... exactly on length ... and the yacht club was trying to fail the boat.
The first official race of the season the wench WON. Her first 3.7 race ... and that is saying a lot.
She beat ME!
She beat Auntie mom.
Alice qualified for the Fall Princessapality 3.7 Farr Worlds ... the Ultimate 3.7 Race ... her first time out.
Can you say swelled head?
She was insufferable. Until...
The second race she came in LAST.
I gloat. I preen. I strut.
I almost lost a bestie ... and I didn’t win ... I just came in ahead of her.
Auntie mom won ... I was third ... but ... there were forty four entrants and the Weatherman lied ... again.
The weather was forecasted to be perfect ... it wasn’t.
He said Sunny ... it rained.
He predicted Light winds... 20 mph ... gusting to 35.
The forecast was Warm ... it was in the Forties.
Forty four started ... ten finished.
There were broken masts, torn sails, lost rudders, bent daggerboards.
Alice was the first one out ... she hit the starting line can buoy and opened a seam.
>>>>>>>... <<<<<<<
I’ll bet I hadn’t mentioned my new used watch.
I turned 12.
Momentous occasion.
“Isn’t this supposed to go to one of the triplets?”
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