”I swung back on my stool and glumly sipped my cocktail. “So what time do you finish, Kim?” I asked (I’d heard that many of the waitresses in ...his bar were available - for a price – after hours).“I finish at two.”“And are you free after that?”She fiddled with the beer mat. “To come back to your motel, you mean?”“Sure.”“Possibly. It would be $50. But cash in advance before we leave here. No plastic.”“Sounds good to me. How would it be if you fetched me another Mojito.”“Sure.” And she was off. " Who's driving?" You are."With the sky totally black and the roads slippery, Janet decided to take the Toyota. Tiffany wanted her to drive the BMW, but Janet talked her out of it. She preferred to use the FWD sedan, rather than the sporty BMW. Tiffany was mollified by the idea that they might go out and splurge on a SUV. It seemed that the prospect of spending money always managed to impress Tiffany.Janet however, had a simpler idea for dealing with bad weather: don't drive.The trip was long. Would I be game?I told him that I would call him back. I thought about it a lot…wondered if it was worth talking out with my Mom. Then I remembered what John had told me…discuss with her, but don’t be in a hurry. And its I who has to take decisions for my life. Did I wanna do a normal boring office job? Oh no….never. And it was time I started looking for a career…did I like this kind of a job? I think I would. I wasn’t a hypocrite who would pretend that flipping burgers gave a lot of joy and. There's one house in particular that I make the long trip out here to see. I once spent a lot of time there. So far it hasn't been redone and I'm kind of hoping it won't be. Seeing that house redone by some upwardly mobile couple would break the links to the most wonderful time in my memory.It was five years ago. I was only twenty years old and in my second year of college. I was still in that awkward, gawky stage. I was taller than most of the men and boys in most of my classes and that.