Peyote. Mushrooms.Before he told her his adventures in Chicago, he insisted she tell him about her couple days back in New York. “I’ve been strick...n off the record,” she said.“Meaning no more of your songs.”“Only a couple that please the crowd, or the few fans who see all our shows. It seems they were prepared to get rid of me. My ex had already written lyrics. My so called best friend made them songs. They hired some guy who plays synth drums like you said. Inspired by Kraftwerk supposedly,. And because I'm scared. What if I made a big mistake, Brian? What if I hate Seattle? What if Allen's parents hate me? I've never even met them. I'm scared." She collapsed against me, sobbing her heart out. How can you stay mad at your sister when she's crying like you are the only one in the world who cares? I just held her and tried to say soothing things. "Let's go up to the hayloft," she said. What the fuck? I followed her up and she already had my sleeping bag rolled out by the time I got. " Then she must have done something really terrible to you."Suddenly, the anger was back! I tried to hide it. I forced it back into that black box in which it had been waiting all these days, weeks and months. I must learn to let it go. But that would also mean forgetting Sara and I could not do that. I noticed that I had been holding my breath and I slowly and carefully breathed out before answering with my anger gone again."No, she was the nicest, kindest person you could imagine."I was. If it wasn’t legal, I could pass a law that would make it legal.” Then he told me some of the other perfectly legal scams that he was allowed to participate in as a Senator, and pointed out how if I were to try them, I’d end up in Club Fed.“Just try to stay out of jail long enough to see your goddaughter get sworn in.”“It’s good to be the king!”I just rolled my eyes. One of the recurring jokes with Riley was that someday President Effner would be able to promote her to Admiral. She laughed and.