We got into the back seat of Mom’s car and drove to our house. I put my gear on the rack to dry, then walked Kelly home.October 20, 2000, Chicago, I...llinois“Burgers at the greasy spoon by the hospital?” I asked Kelly when I went to her house on Friday to meet her for our date.“Greasy spoon?” She asked as we began walking south.“That’s what Aunt Chess calls it. I want a burger!”“Sure. I thought you had some special diet because of church.”“Not when I’m playing hockey. My priest says athletes get. We are spending the night with you. You are all going to listen to what we tell you. And you will do as I say; any questions? No. Good. Let's go."The four men looked at each other, shrugged their shoulders and led the way back to their farm. It wasn't all that far, and when they arrived they were greeted by their women and children."Karl who are these people and what do they want?" asked one woman, obviously Karl's wife."They're people we er, met on the road. They are staying the night with. When we get there, you won't believe it. It's only three hundred yards to see everything down below, according to my satellite view. The old man with the survivors said it happened right at the border. Some of them were already across when they got strafed and two of their vehicles blew up." Oh, for the love of all... !" George swore, softly. "Get that camera set up and running, now! Holy ... look at that! Charlie, you old bastard! I'm gonna owe you a whole new boat and motor for this!"Damn,. "), hisappearance ("You're wearing that?"), his job ("I make more than you,you worthless piece of man!"), and of course his diminishing, vanishingcock-set.This to-and-fro, disorienting and destabilizing as it was, delivered tohim the biggest lesson of all: his chances of being pleased increasedin direct proportion to my happiness at any given moment in time.I recognized my position for what it was: I stared at his asshole as Ishoved my fingers, wrists, hands, and more often now a great deal of.