Your not from around here. I got my beer and was going to my friends place and what do I see, but the same girl walkin with the bag of grocery. Hell I...m going to say something this time. Beep beep hey how far are you going. She got in and I tryed my best to charm her. I made her laugh and I gave her my #. I went back to my friends place. We drink and played cards.My phone ring, guys I got to go a hot spanish girl is calling me over. The guys warned my to becare, that I dont get set up, or jump.. She couldn't stop the tortured whimper that bubbled up from the pit of her stomach. Everyone turned to look at her.Diana immediately went to her daughter. "What is it sweetie? Tell us what you're thinking!"Megan swallowed and looked into her mother's sympathetic gray blue eyes. "I heard what you were saying ... about all that bad stuff happening on Friday the thirteenths. I was just thinking that something wonderful had happened to me on one of those days ... Friday, November 13, 1970..." She. I wanted to tell her about the meeting with Mr. Waite and being awarded the contract to dismantle one of the houses he had bought. Instead I had to tell about Sylvia being there when the telephone rang. Before I knew it I was not telling, I was explaining about how Jimmy and I had secured the front of a business with plywood where thieves had knocked out the glass. I was explaining how upset Rosita had been, how I had massaged her shoulders and neck and how she had gone to sleep beside me.. "The wreck is about halfway through the yard. Did ya bring any tools?" What?" Was all Rosie could manage in response."This is a you-pull-it place." The man said, obviously expecting that to explain everything to Rosie. "If'n you want a part," the man explained when he realized that Rosie had no idea what he was talking about, speaking in an exaggerated, slow voice like he was explaining the obvious to an idiot, "you've got to pull it out'a the wreck yourself." Oh." Rosie responded when she.