I'm not a tail-tucked-between-my-legs type of guy, but this lady is one of the few that can reduce me to begging.

This time Ms. Whitlock does look my way and she grants me the type of glare reserved for people who kick puppies.

Pigpen got excited because he made me grin when he told me that he thought PTSD stood for Probably There's Something wrong but Dunno what.

We reach the end of the hallway and Pigpen winks at me as he opens a door.

To the left, Pigpen, Man O'War and Dust are laughing in a booth with my brother, Brandon.