"Hello, Arnie," Michael replied, trying to at least be cordial. "What are you doing out here? I thought you lived in Buckhead." Used to live in Buckhe...d," he said, walking up to him. "I couldn't afford the apartment anymore after you demoted me." Well, I'm sorry about that," Oh, I bet you are," he said, pacing. "Do you have any idea how fucked up you've made my life?" Not really," he said, noticing the pump stop. "And, it looks like I'm done here. Nice seeing you, Arnie," Michael said, and. She had told me about her home town and her family and I about mine. By our fourth glass we were both starting to feel the effect of the alcohol a little more readily. When my leg brushed against hers I felt an electrical charge surge between us. I guess she did too because she leaned forward and set her glass on the coffee table and then ran her hand up my arm as I leaned closer and kissed her experimentally on her lips. I don't know where the next few minutes went to, but before long we both. His mother had been a 19 year-old lady. She did her best by him.Her name was Mary Lewis. She taught Sachar to read by the time he was only 26 months old. It was so funny to everyone else that she refused to read him bedtime stories when he was three. Mary made Sachar read them to her. She was trying to make him successful.And, Sachar was successful. He had gone to Coppin State and then earned a Master’s from Stanford. He now taught social sciences at a large community college in Illinois, just. As the miles went by, everyone else fell asleep to the drone of the tires on the road. Every few minutes they passed a car going the opposite way.A few hours later, they pulled into Tonopah, Nevada and Ken saw the Tonopah Station, a combination hotel and casino. Knowing they would have food and facilities, he pulled into the place. As he pulled the car to a stop, everyone else woke up."Dinner and bathroom breaks guys, I figure we all could use a break."They all got out, stretching and moaning.