i go to billy arria's fathers father's wake which is at st helens which looks more like a dining hall. people grunt and make comments when the priest reads the eulogy. then i find uncle andy and he says the funnest thing he ever does is to crack eggs and let the yoke run between his fingers. i tel him i used to do that. then we have to cross a bridge in the woods which easily spills you into water. before that i am in some sort of basement with other girls and we have some sort of grouping or competition, maybe it is swim team. alma was there. there was a room of paintings we were allowed to buy for a bit cheaper if we wanted. i didnt buy one and neither did she. perhaps we were in paris. alma had tattoos on her face and they were really cute. apparently i had told her to get them. they were trees and little animals, part of the tattoo looked like whiskers. then i was with uncle andy and dropped a lot of my stuff in the water. we were also driving through southie at one point which was crazy hilly and full of bright colors. we try to cross the bridge and i try to get my belongings from the water. a group of kids crosses another bridge opposite us and epic music plays. then alma shows up and we go in the water and start swimming. we may be trying to impress someone or are supposed to be training for swimming things.