She pulled up at the front of Sebastian's, and the Valet took her keys from her.Holly walked into the restaurant. She'd heard of Sebastian's: it was s...id to be both very, very good and very, very expensive.She hoped tonight wouldn't break her.The Maitre d' smiled up at her."Holly Jackson," she told him. "I'm here to meet a friend."He nodded and motioned her into the restaurant."This way, please, Doctor Jackson. Mr. Holcomb is expecting you."He led her through the restaurant and toward a corner. ”“That’s not going to get a cherry on my ice cream sundae,” Dexter said.A guy at the rear of the line shouted, “Hey! What’s the hold up?”“We’ve got a jerk here making a big deal out of not getting a cherry!”“Well, give him a cherry.”The kid behind the counter shouted, “We’re out of cherries.”Dexter shouted, “They aren’t out. They have them in back, and he won’t go get them. Nobody is going to get a cherry.”A kid shouted, “I want a cherry on my ice cream.”“See? I’m not the only one who wants a. He had a bunch of Gibsons, several of which are Les Pauls. He has, or had, and I still have, all kinds of Fenders. He even has an early Jap Ibanez. I don't like it, but it's becoming worth something. Anyway, Chuck, play with this. Bring it with you Friday but let me get you this other."She had another guitar case, and this time I instantly recognized what it was. It was a real classic sixties Fender rosewood fretless bass. My only expression was, "Holy shit, that is a real classic."Lisa had a. Thank you for saving me,” she replied as he looked around. His car was covered in bricks and cinderblocks, but they certainly weren’t buried.“Come on, let’s get out of here,” he said, pushing open his door and helping her outside. People stood like statues on the road and sidewalk, staring out across the open space of the converging streets. Their eyes were fixated on the crimson light, hypnotized by it. “What’s going on?” Christi asked, looking around fearfully.Jason was just about to respond.