"No more, no more tears for what was," he vowed. "Time to move on," he muttered to himself.The next few days passed in a blur of shabby motels and sma...l eateries along the road. He was sorely tempted, many times, to stop at the bars or saloons he noticed, lit up with dying spots, as he drove by in the evenings, but he knew the danger of driving drunk. He would not travel down that road. He didn't relish a night in jail for drunkenness.Ted passed a sign announcing the Nevada border and on a. "Why were you wandering?" he asked."Trying to dry myself?" I said with a smile.The journey back was quiet. I pretended to fall asleep to avoidconversation. After all, how do I talk to a person when I don't evenknow their name? Perhaps I can fake amnesia by pretending to fall?Crazy ideas were forming in my head. What if I am stuck as Traceyforever? I have to live like this!We arrived at this nice suburban house in 20 minutes. After he parkedthe car in the garage, he tapped me on the shoulder to. " "What!" I think, "She's lost it." But I continue to follow, rock in hand.Out into the sea hugging the side of the cliff we go. Up to mid waste. Then you turn left and are gone. I hurry to the point where you disappear, slowed by the water and there you are about 10 feet in front of me. On my left there is a ledge. "Put the rock on there" you instruct. Now nothing would surprise me so I do it. Then I just follow. As we wade along the edge of the cliff I look up marvelling at the size of it,. There was an awkward silence as everyone tried not to stare at the pretty little girl in their midst. Having asked the boys to stay, Lilly now felt responsible for entertaining them somehow, or at least for getting the conversation going.Not knowing what else to say, Lilly nervously asked, "Hey, does anybody have another joint?" She felt her voice catch in her throat as she asked the question."Yeah, sure," one of the boys (Maybe . . . Chet? Lilly wasn't certain) said. He pulled one out and.