He loaded my car up on the wrecker and I climbed in the passenger seat. He was a friendly enough guy for someone out in the middle of no where at thi... time of night. White guy with a wedding ring on and a tattoo of a skull on his forearm and was wearing a pair of coveralls but smelled clean and so did the wrecker. We arrived at the mechanic shop and he unloaded my car inside and looked at it and found the problem to be a radiator hose blown. He checked and they had one and was going to put. I promise that when we’re together, I’ll support myself. I don’t know what you did to me, but every future I can imagine for myself has you in it.And now you are on your way to Californication and I’m still here in Montana for two more years! Can I join you for the summer next year? At least for the time in Wisconsin when you meet up with Ani Mai? You sure picked some good partners on this trip—though I suspect Ani Mai had picked you before you even got there. Don’t you think it’s strange that. Nor did she notice the numerous looks of envy the men directed at Batschka, who would have grinned at the latter if only he weren't so worried about his almost catatonic little hairball.At their apartment, where nobody could overhear them except through the secret microphone hidden in the ceiling light where nobody could find it, Batschka patiently waited two minutes while Yana stood motionless inside the closed door. Finally, realizing she was so lost in thought that she would stand there the. . Oh damn it, this is the Cliff Head!"She smiled again. "Yeah, I know what you mean; you're pretty young to be on the guest list here yourself. Or are you a member of the hotel staff?" No, I'm Gilroy Jameson, at your service; my uncle owns this morgue. I'm just visiting for a few days. Nearly everyone calls me Gil, but my friends usually call me JG."How do you do, Gil or JG; but shouldn't that be GJ?"Could be, but for some unknown reason its always been JG; I kinda picked it up back at school..