Einleichter Nieselregen hatte eingesetzt. Der erste Regen, seit ich keinMann mehr war. Quietschend fuhr der Scheibenwischer ?ber dieWindschutzscheibe ...und hinterlie? schmierige Streifen darauf. Aber dieSicht beeintr?chtigte das kaum, so dass Frau Schneider den Wagen sicherdurch die Stra?en der Stadt lenkte. Ich sah aus dem Fenster und entdeckteeine kleine Bar, in der ich fr?her ab und zu ein paar Bier getrunkenhatte. Heute w?rde man mich vermutlich ?berhaupt nicht mehr hineinlassen. Unbewusst. "Dean and Diggs"Jesus, that kid is a workaholic. My ass has been run ragged. I've had to work with every lead singer on the production just trying to get them to sing it the way he wants it. That in itself is a battle just as he knew it would be. There is going to be organized resistance to this whole production, I can feel it coming." Well, he's supposed to be the expert. Try to humor him," Debra said."In my spare time, I've been trying to keep the band from mutinying. He threw out half of. ”“Don’t be ridiculous Jess.”“Well okay … you gonna help my little girl out – bring her into the fold?”“What! - The pact?”“Yeah – show her there is more to life than waiting for a limp dick husband full of himself.”“You want her to know about you, me and Robin and our pact?”“Oh course – I don’t want my little girl to be locked in a miserable sexless marriage until she grows up and finally has the penny drop that there’s more to life than fidelity.” I couldn’t believe my ears. I know we swore a. She smiled. “Jacob, I am so glad you are home.” The first thought that come to my head was how did this woman know my name. No one but my mom called me Jacob, to everyone else I was Jake. I invited her in and as she walked past me the smell of cigarettes and beer past my nose. “Can I help you?” I asked, sitting my pistol on the table. She turned to me with a smile, but when she turned, she wasn't the elderly lady, but the young mother whose car had been broken down on the side of the road. She.