I like you, Pipe. Only because I like to curl up with a good read on a cool night. (And that is all I know about you at the moment.)
Today I went to the County Fair here in my rural part of the world. Saw the 4-H kids (I was a 4-H kid) and the art exhibits, and it hit me that it all feels sort of sweet and distant. There is nobody here in my small town who has been to Desire Cancun. I don't really fit anywhere anymore. There is nothing that I can think of that could possibly erase those memories. Why Ron came after someone like me makes no sense at all.
If Yoman is right and A Visitor is helping Ron build his legal case against me, then let's do discovery now and trade some documents. Country girl may be sweet, but she's not about to hand over her one worldly possession: 2005 Toyota 4-Runner. It's paid off A Visitor. And only 170,000 miles. When Ron's new Ford Truck (he told me bumper sticker reads: "this truck is jacked up because fat girls can't jump") is in the shop, he can drive his new/old Toyota. Or Indy could use it.
