I’ve been asked that a million times, to let people see the real you.’ She shook her head, her pouting lips parting as she smiled. ‘I’m a poke... player, Norm, and this is what I look like playing poker.’ ‘Maybe just a peek…’ he tried again. Holly didn’t need to answer. Her amused smile spoke for her. ‘Good for you,’ Chad responded, with that trademark phrase he used when he found himself behind the eight ball. His cough was one of frustration as he changed the subject. Time to get back to the. The tree that fell on it had totally demolished it. "We'll deal with that tomorrow," said Mr. Jones. "It's just a car."By the time we all made it back to Mr. Jones house and got inside, we were all soaked."This will not do at all," said Mrs. Peterson, looking at the girls in their wet shorts and t-shirts, and herself in her very wet skirt and blouse. "We need to get out of these wet clothes." No sweat," said Mr. Jones. "You three go upstairs, girls, you use Mark's bathroom and Deb, you can use. She looked at me with her arms hanging and eyes tearing. This broke my heart, I reached for her hands and she pushed herself to me with tears. We both cried a bit and I said I had to find Siza and make sure she was okay. Linda insisted on going with me.On Sunday, windward side, we took a trip up and around past Pupukea, the Waimea valley, on the north shore. I pointed out the spots where we took our bikes into the interior, drove up into the hills a little bit to show her, told Linda about the. And, usually, long; I was ordinarily not up until 4:00 or so. But with the memory of last night I was awake at 12:30 and by 1:00 I gave up on sleeping and got my butt out of bed.I didn't take a newspaper; my weird hours didn't cater to it. So my usual routine was to run a cup of coffee, look at a little TV while I drank it, do the three esses—shit, shower and shave—and then log on to the national news on my laptop. Which I did. Some asshole killed himself along with his wife and three kids,.