And I grew up. I knew I couldn't run away. I had to go back and confront Les. And do whatever I could to make it right.I spent the ride back coming up...with questions. Would Les ever talk to me again? Would I have to explain why I raped my sister to my parents? Would they send me away somewhere? Have me arrested? What if Les was pregnant? Or if I'd caused some kind of damage to her? And most important, how could I do this to my sister?It started raining the last 15 minutes or so and I was soaked. "Caleb turned around and said, "Jarrel is at his best behavior wait tilhe starts farting."She laughed and said, "I have 2 older brothers.'Caleb got in his 73 Mustang and left and Katie asked, "Is that an LT!?"Jarrel asked, "Huh? I had the water running."She said, "That motor is that an LT1?"Jarrel said, "Yes, I had to tell Caleb what kind of motor that was whenI got it from the junkyard. When I get it restored I will put theproper decals on the air cleaner and stuff. That motor is. YouYou’re answering her questions, pointing out some of the more interesting sights along the trail, pausing every now and then to take a few more photos of the trail, places where nature has arranged itself in some interesting way as though just waiting for someone to capture it, and of her.She takes your camera a few times to take some photos of you as well, laughing that photographers are like ghosts in their own stories. All these images of their life and yet they’re in none of them. But. I was now eighteen-years-old and had been a household name ever since I'd written a song two years previously. I’d made a complete pain of myself by pestering every record company in London. None of them would even listen to it, much less buy it. So drastic action was called for and it had been old John who'd ridden to my rescue.He'd shown interest when everyone else had only shown ignorance. He'd walked with me around the local pubs listening to all the groups, most of whom were fucking.