She gasped with her hand on her mouth and muttered.

“Gerard.’

What? Who? Where?

Who is she calling Gerard? What is she talking about? Why is everyone so weird here in California?

“And who might you be?’

“Aunt Jessie, do you know him? He’s the one who tied my shoelaces.’

The so-called Aunt Jessie came to me and held my shoulders.

Why do these wolves here in California have a habit of touching a stranger’s shoulders?

I pulled her hands off my shoulders. I don’t like it.

What the fuck is going on here?

“It is you.” She exclaimed. “Gerard.’

“Who is who?’ This was hilarious, but I didn’t want...