But something strange happened. The traction motors on the trailing unit failed to start operating.Genesis motors were known for being cranky electron...cally, but for some reason the computer refused to let power go to the traction motors. That was bad, but not a huge problem. Still having 4000 tractive horsepower would allow the train to continue, albeit it not running according to schedule. So they continued along. He had radioed ahead to Amtrak, which had informed them that they had a spare. "Please, listen to me. I know..."She grabbed the TV remote and threw it at me. "GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!"And so it ended. That was that. I did what Jenny said. I had my lawyer draw up the papers and I signed them. I didn't do it because I was afraid of going to prison. I did it because, it was what I should have done in the first place. I should have taken care of her. I keep looking back at that one moment. That brief instant where it all went wrong. When I should have said 'no' to Jenny's. “Thanks, Mom,” I said sincerely.Melissa turned her head as she scrubbed the cutting board. “No problem, sweetie.” She seemed like she was going to say more, but instead she just smiled at me.“Ooh, big dinner tonight, huh?” Lara asked, as we walked out to the ocean to try to defeat the midday heat.“Yeah, Mom’s making a really nice meal for everyone.”“Cool. What’s on the menu?”“Squid salad, and something she’s making up on the fly, or so she said.”“Nice. Heather would be more impressed if you. Behold, the Eternal Summer.” We laughed, and she caught a whiff from my face and laughed, “Men’s colognes get crasser and more blatant every season.” After glancing with a smile and raised eyebrows at my wet knees, she went back out to the party. I washed my face thoroughly and joined them. The party lasted four more hours, and our machinations went like clockwork twice more, Lyudmila’s sisters seeming to take turns meeting me at the back door, running interference on any possible interference.