“Then we’ll see if we can find out why it keeps going dead on you.”Taylor nodded in response but wasn’t sure what Katie meant. Taylor assumed ...hat she was going to have to take her car in to the dealership this afternoon to have them identify the short circuit or whatever was causing the problem. What could Katie do about her problem that she hadn’t already done by getting the car started? She waited patiently for Katie to return so that she could find out.When Katie returned, Taylor noticed. Anyway, do you object to any of this?" I can hardly object, since I agree with you. I am not sure how Jean or Angie will feel about it, but I think that I can make them understand. In fact, they may already have figured it out and be well ahead of both of us. I'll talk to them, tonight." OK, I'll give you time to talk to them before I bring it up again, but I would like to have a 'town meeting' on the subject tomorrow night, if possible. I have a feeling that it is something we need to get out. Pierre tossed the water and rinsed the pot. Settling back beside the girl, he wet her lips some more, helping her to drink more water. She seemed at peace, so he laid down again. He did not let himself think, only listened to her breathing, the crackle of the fire, and the sizzle of the bandages drying on the rock. Finally, sleep claimed him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Pierre was jerked back to the present as the hangman placed the noose around his neck. A female yelled for his death, and he. “Okay," I admitted, “Maybe I have looked. But I always chicken out.” George looked out across the beach and the setting sun. He took a few puffs on the Cuban cigar he had purchased. “There is so much good looking pussy in Cozumel,” George commented, “I don’t know what to do.” I had to agree, as I took a sip of my brandy. The waiter stepped over and let us know that our significant others had summoned us back to the table. I slipped back onto the bench seat next to Mary Anne, as George took up.