”Blake looked at the table. “What’s this?”Morgan said, “Lunch! I told you I couldn’t pay you much, but I could feed you. The question is, ...re you going to stick around for dinner?”Blake cocked his eyebrow and gave him a sly smile.After they ate Morgan threw Blake’s clothes in the dryer. Morgan told Blake to go into the living room and click on the TV. He washed up the lunch dishes and wiped down the table and counter top. He walked into the living room.Blake was watching a soccer game, but he. Nothing like that. Still have a dirty mind I see," she said, grinning."Let me tell you about the first thing. The first thing is to give you my journals. Since ... what happened, and I first saw Jim, I've been keeping a journal. Five or six sentences a day, about my day, my feelings and so on. It's supposed to be a chronicle of my journey of self-understanding. Jesus, that sounds pompous, doesn't it?"I did smile back and nodded. "A bit." Yeah, I thought so too. It's cathartic though. Although. "Couldn't you even bring yourself to write my name?"I shrugged. "I've probably taped over it by now." Unlikely, as you've removed the record tabs. So let's see what we've got, shall we."I stood paralysed as she pushed the tape into the player. The sights and sounds of the wedding service filled the room. The picture was surprisingly steady and the quality was pretty good, though I say it myself. The wonders of modern technology now make it almost impossible to make a traditional wobbly home. But I'm flying with you." Thanks." Chicago? I thought you lived in Kansas City," said Nate."Shit," murmured Marisol."What's going on? Why are you worried for Aunt Marisol? And why did she lie about where she lives?" My sister has cancer. It's been dormant for awhile but..." Oh. God." Nate's coming along," Luisa demanded."He can't!" Why can't I?" He needs to be with his mom!" What?" yelled Nate."You have to keep him away from Phil." I promise. It may be like a traffic cop on a freeway, but I.