Gay Epilogue 2
I noticed immediately that the roof surfaces were now covered by solar panels. I suspected that, in his own style, Mr Kafkasian had already thanked the Calhouns for helping to save his daughter. “Where should I park?” asked Jo. “I don’t think it matters providing you don’t block any building entrances,” I replied. “You could always ask the Calhouns. If you’re really worried, you could leave them your keys.” “They’re not driving my baby!” I was surprised at Jo’s vehemence, but she did seem...