When I called and spoke to Sherri (sp?), I told her why I was calling. She said TOM G was "in the garage drinking a beer," and asked if I wanted to talk to him.

I replied "no, it sounds like he's doing fine."


Excerpt from Robert Crais' "The Monkey's Raincoat:"
"She took another microscopic bite of her sandwich, then pushed it away. Maybe she absorbed nutrients from her surroundings."