Amanda is the girl I love. The girl next door. The girl you would be proud to take home to introduce to your parents. The girl you want to spend the r...st of your life with. Jeanette was a completely different type of girl. I wasn’t sure if this girl could be trusted to keep her bargain with Amanda and me. Was this her first step into getting me and Amanda broken up because of her confession? Or if she did keep her bargain what was going to happen? I did notice however that there was some. "I don't suppose you have a cell phone?" Don asked, breaking the silence."Nope. I don't suppose YOU have one either?" When he shook his head I sighed and began to search for a pay phone. We had to get a little more exposed than I liked under the circumstances but I found one, fed it some local coinage and dialed the emergency number for Jorge at the Embassy. I was confident he would be manning the phone, a confidence that was confirmed when he answered during the first ring.After a brief. I'm connected to your family in very special way."He shook his head slowly; the recognition didn't come. "I don't recall you," he said."I suppose I should clarify. I was there when your wife and child... crossed." What kind of foolery is this? They were alone when they died. There was no one with them." No, there was another." "Impossible I would..." then he remembered. There had been another, a young girl in the other HOV. All drowned in the harbor. His wife's HOV had hit and dragged the HOV. I saw lots of guys my age but more importantly, girls. Therewere girls everywhere. One of my goals in Sacramento was to land agirlfriend like my buddies had. So far I'd been unsuccessful. MaybeClarksville was the place it would happen. I began to think Clarksvillemight not be so bad.Part of the deal with dad's new employer was they find us a house. Ourswas an old Victorian, nestled amongst oaks and elms in a cul-de sac in aremote part of town. Only one other house occupied our little.