“Maybe they have one or two songs which are OK, but no thanks!”“Don’t tell my sister,” I grinned as searched for the ignition.“Center cons...le,” Milena offered. “Between the seats.”“Different,” I replied, putting the key into the ignition, pressing in the clutch, and then starting the car.“Anything ELSE weird about this car? I mean besides the very different body style” I asked.“Heated seats, but given it’s going to be 80°F today, I don’t think we’ll need them.”I carefully backed out of the. And then I could fight with herinsurance company to pay for the damage to my car. Or…I picked her up and carried her to my car where Istrapped her into the passenger seat. Then I headed forhome.“What the fuck am I doing?” I thought to myself out loud.“Ohhh, it hurts…” my passenger mumbled, shocking me abit. “It’s okay, you’re safe and I’ll have you at the hospitalsoon, okay?”“Yeah…” and she allowed herself to. Carson glanced back at Mr. Armisen’s enormous schlong. Really, how the fuck was he going to park that monster truck in his garage? “I have an idea,” said Mr. Armisen. He patted Carson’s butt gently, and Carson laid down on his stomach, his legs still spread. “Tuck your knees in,” said Mr. Armisen, pushing his legs forward. Carson obliged. “Have a drink,” he added. Carson did as he was told, taking the wine bottle from Mr. Armisen’s hand and gulping it dry. Mr. Armisen laughed. Carson turned. But I knew I was missing spending time with Roberta and eventually my love for her overcame my pride.I came down to find Mom and Roberta in the kitchen, cooking and chattering in French as they always did. Muldenberg was sitting in the family room with his headphones on. I stood in the kitchen for a few moments before Mom saw me.“Are you ready to apologize to Otto?” asked Mom. “Yes,” I said, hanging my head and feeling like a 6-year-old. “But he’s got his headphones on, I don’t want to disturb.