"That's right, the garage. We should do the car as well."Again, they opened all the cabinets of the garage. They also opened the doors, hood, trunk, g...ove compartment of Henry's ten year old Toyota. They blessed every square inch.The two placed the remains of the incense by the front door, and let it burn out, as they went upstairs to change back into their normal street clothes.As they descended the stairs, Henry said "You sure are thorough." That is specified in the instructions." I got some. Within the next few months, he was going to self-destruct disastrously. He would not be the V.P. candidate.Amidst all the sturm und drang of the primaries, my personal life continued forward. Holly’s romance with Jerry (whose last name I had now learned was Spicoli) was moving forward. They were now sharing an apartment in Princeton as they finished up their doctoral work. It wasn’t clear to me what would happen after they graduated. They both had a couple of years to go before that would. As they sauntered off, I couldn’t help but take note of Cindy’s unusually short outfit. Cindy had a gorgeous set of legs and she loved to show them off.“You’re one lucky guy,” I told John, taking a sip from my drink.“Everything is not always as nice as it may seem,” John replied. It was my first hint of trouble.“Don’t take this the wrong way,” I replied. “I’m very happy with Sandy, but I’ll have to admit, you’ve got quite a lovely wife.”John chuckled.“You can have her,” John replied. Is this acceptable?”I could tell they were surprised to hear I was paying. A good ranchhand made thirty a month, so Claire and Paris were drawing what a good segundo would make. It was what I was paying Bill and he seemed quite pleased. It would increase it as he became foreman. Brad would be leaving as soon as he thought it was safe to do so. He had his own dreams to pursue.There were actual smiles, and they seemed to be getting along for the first time since I’d arrived. Maybe this would work.