There were still a few people there but being it was a Sunday, allot of them had to get up for work the next day. On the way home mom and I talked and...I told her what had happened between Jill and I and she said that Jill was trying to work things out with her husband. Once at home things were normal then the phone rang, mom answered it and then asked me what I was doing tomorrow, not asking why I said nothing, then I heard her say im sure he will help you out, thinking it was somebody needing. She felt it was her first chance to pass along what Jenny and Amy had done for her. It would not be surprising if she had felt some jealousy toward Lindsey. After all, Lindsey looked like she had a hit on her very first try.Sonja was doing well, touring with the Ballards and singing at the Emporium. From being on the street a year before, she was doing incredibly well. None of the songs she had recorded, though, were anything like a hit. She was making money from two of her numbers Jenny had. AI relayed to me a translation of a radio pickup he received. The original was in German.{Tank leader, where are you? Where are we? All I can see is a sea of grass. This is not the North African desert! Oh, my God, what is that charging at us. It looks like a picture of a dinosaur that I saw in a school textbook. I may be dreaming, but I cannot take a chance. Gunner, kill that thing, whatever it is!}AI broke in with an FM transmission in German. {Tank commander, you are not dreaming. Turn south. ”“Great,” she said, “give us a few minutes to pack up, and we’ll be on our way.” I nodded my understanding. Claire and I parted ways by hugging and wishing one another a good night; she told me to call her when I got home. I wasn’t sure when I’d be getting home, but I promised I would.A little while later Tyler, Ophelia, and I had parked in front of a small house in Danvers. They welcomed me inside, asking if I needed anything before heading upstairs for the evening. I didn’t, so Ophelia led.