"Oh, here and there," Elaina replied cagily. "I have different places that I set up in advance. I even own a house, but it's not very efficient as a h...ven. No basement." Elaina looked down to her hands. "I have some friends I can stay with, too. People who don't know what I am, that let me crash after a 'rough night.'"She raised her head and caught Robby frowning. Her mouth fell open then she laughed."What, jealous again?" she said accusingly. "You have nothing to be jealous of. It's just a. Not a problem.”“An autograph? You have any idea who that guy is? You’re the flavor of the month. Six months from now there’ll be another you. Two years from now no one’ll remember your name. That guy you were going off on is Alex Franzetti. Fingers Franzetti. He’s been one of the greatest guitarists in the world for three decades. Fuck, you’re not even talented enough to know how good he actually is. He’s also my business partner. You’re done. Enjoy the day, cause you’re not coming back.”Jimmy. Als sie kurz vor Semesterstart doch noch ihre Zusage für einen Studienplatz an einer renommierten Journalistenschule bekam, hatte sie keine Chance auf dem umkämpften Studentenwohnungsmarkt so kurzfristig eine Wohnung zu finden. Da ihr neuer Studienort mehr als 500 Kilometer von dem Wohnort ihrer Eltern entfernt lag, war Pendeln keine Lösung. Auch die vielen Studentenwohnheime führten ellenlange Wartelisten für ihre Bewerber. Glück im Unglück war ihr neuer Studienort der Wohnort ihres Onkels,. " "Still though." She pauses. "I can't for the life of me figure out why I'd want to be...you know. Be treated like I've been...well...naughty. Nobody ever beat me. Not my father, not any teacher." She looks at me briefly at the mention of this with a slight hint of panic, knowing full well we got friendly because I was tutoring her. "I generally was a more than good k**." Treated like you've been naughty." I repeat, and laugh. "Maybe this isn't something that should be over analyzed? Maybe you.