He introduced himself then got right to the point."I came here to talk to you about Abby Wilson," he said. Abby wiggled her way in between me and Lett...e."She's Abby Tackett now," I said. "We've adopted her." Well, whatever you're calling her, she needs to be punished. She attacked my boy for no reason. First, she kicked him in the ballocks, then while he was lying on the ground, she hit him in the mouth and in the eye." Abby, did you kick him in the ballocks first?" No, Papa. I hit him in the. There was a little green man sitting next to me.“Are you a Martian?” I asked.“With an accent like this?” he answered, in a rich Irish brogue. “Care to share a drop of that whiskey?”I had five bottles. I expected two would be enough to kill me. I could certainly spare some for my erstwhile companion. I handed him the bottle and he took a swig.“Thank you kindly,” he said, “that’s fine stuff. Reminds me of my home country.”He passed the bottle back and I took another swig.“Tell me,” he said,. Despite what you might think ... I'm not crazy."This time the smile was broad and perhaps with a tinge of relief. We were back on solid ground."Just for the record," I said quietly, "it isn't about fame. It's about reputation and the baggage that is carried with it."She looked at me curiously, wondering, I suppose, what I was talking about."Reputations are largely about rumour. You know, second or third or fourth-hand information. The farther they get from the source, the farther they get from. Kind of special circumstances because I'm an intern and they cap me at exactly 30 hours I don't get health insurance, and I have to seek my yearly check up screening elsewhere and I'm planning to do a full screen as soon as I get my refund check. I'm completely independent of my parents and I did not discuss this with Anthony yet so... I'm making it a priority and making him go get screened for the sake of a yearly check up. It's not an excuse or anything, but I'm making do with what I can and.