Now that they’re both older, they’re trying again. I think it’s going to work, but then again, I thought she and Jorge would work out.”“Jorg...e is a nice guy, for sure,” Kimmy said. “I guess they just didn’t click.”“It’s hard to know exactly what went wrong, but at this point it really doesn’t matter. Thanks again for taking care of things for Ed.”“You’re welcome,” she said with a big smile.She left my office and I got back to work.October 16, 1990, Chicago, IllinoisDave, Julia, Kathy, and Kurt. If it weren't so serious she would be a comical sight what with her hair still smoking."It was an oil can I left in my turret," she explained. "With that last jolt it fell across the bus bars and melted and the burning oil exploded all over the place."Holly shit," I said."Rachelle arrived just in time to pull me out of there," said Lila."What's going on?" asked a breathless Candy. "You've nearly blown my engines up. Shit, what have you done to your hair?" Go and have a shower and cut your hair. Stop trying to distract my driving," Greg said as he combed his hair feverously. We had stopped the car when the beginning of the onslaught of random objects started, but Greg seemed to not notice since his hair was beginning to harden into a sugary tangle. "Well, I’m gonna go see for myself," I said as I opened the door and slid out of the giant pick-up. I was glad I could escape the confines of the truck before he could figure out that Coke was a hair-annihilator. I set my attention. It was indeed a work of art.She stripped herself free of clothing, letting her toes play on the rug of the floor, and then slipped into the briny bath which was so close to human body temperature that it could allow her to stay in the water nearly indefinitely without fear of hypothermia. He helped her lay on the support inside the tub, the scent of saltwater filling her nostrils as he worked the patches accurately onto her forehead. After confirming him that everything was OK, he nodded back.