The term "quality time" just wasn't in Ronnie's vocabulary, as it pertained to the woman who had given her life.Then again, I didn't think I'd need to...know all that much, really. I knew how to find her house, and that she worked as a teacher with learning disabled kids in Columbus, but that was about it. If a woman with a face like a derriere came to the door I might blow it by laughing, but I didn't really think that was going to happen. I figured I was savvy enough to finesse just about any. "Wait till you're sixteen and you can have yours," I replied."It's made?" she said."Yes," I replied."Same as Jenny's?" No," I chuckled."Aw, that's ages to wait," she pouted then giggled."What about my other present?" asked Jenny."Other present?" I asked with a frown, though I knew what she meant really."Like the one you gave Laurel last night," giggled Jenny."Oh, that present," I said with a smile."Yes, that present," giggled Jenny."Tonight," I replied."Good," she said and gave me a soft kiss. It would also start turning whenever it took a mind to; keeping it straight was an adventure and not a sure thing. Scooter learned it firsthand when they hit 60-Mile rapids below Nankoweap, a tiddler that she hardly ever even told passengers to hang on for unless they were screwing around. But something happened as she went through the wave train, the raft decided it wanted to swap ends and no amount of power would straighten it out. They wound up bouncing off a sidewall and spinning around the. She would either tell Jordan what he had said, or else she wouldn't. There was nothing he could do about it at this point. He'd just have to wait and see if he'd judged her correctly. With the hot sun beating down through the branches of the tree, his sleepless night caught up with him. He didn't even notice that he was drifting off until some time later when a booted toe prodded him in the ribs, jolting him back to full wakefulness."On your feet, Hadley." It was the guard he'd encountered at.