"Jazz smiled. She pat him on the shoulder. "You'll be fine. Phoebe isyour trainer today. I'm serious about the wind sprints. Run as if yourlife depend...d on it. Because, some day, it might." Who has the baby?" Your mom." Jazz smiled. "She's playing PASsport on the living roomset." You're kidding."Jazz shook her head. "Be careful who you catfish. Oh. I want to showyou something. Real quick." She touched his specs.An overlay appeared. A road, the dashboard of a car. Hands."That's Joi's view," Jazz. ‘They’re all hypnotized, Freddie,’ said Jason giving me a wink. ‘It’s just a game we play.’ ‘The women all know what they’re doing. They use stories as an excuse to do things they wouldn’t ordinarily do but always wanted to try doing. This way, there’s no guilt and judgment. They can always say that they were hypnotized. It’s like saying that you didn’t know what you were doing ’cause you were drunk,’ said Jason. ‘We pretend that they’re hypnotized.’ ‘Whatever,’ I said. ‘It’s your hundred bucks. The next interesting thing that happened was a conversation with Marta. Now Marta is a great girl, and we had some interesting conversations in our time, both on campus and in the library. We learned real quick that we would never be anything but friends, but we did know that this friendship would last well past our time at this college. She called herself a free spirit, I thought ‘promiscuous’ described it better but, other than the concern I had for her health, and her reassurance that no one. Byron was older, in his late fifties, and he reminded me a lot of my grandfather.Uncle Bill lived about four miles from my home, and after I got a car, when I turned sixteen, I used to drive over there on weekends and some school nights, when Dad was either working or busy bidding jobs. We would work on models together and talk about our past or anticipated outings to the flying field. Uncle Bill’s shop was also in his detached garage, and Aunt Veronica never bothered him out there.One Friday.