At the time, I didn’t feel right  
about going over to visit him, but ever
since that fateful day in the library, 
we’ve been hanging out at least once a 
month, and it was just like the old    
days.                                  
     Except, Beth didn’t know anything 
about it, or who he was, or about any  
of my other secret friends either. At  
this point in my Journal, it’s the only
thing she didn’t know about me, or so I
thought.                               
     Anyway, all of that was unimpor-  
tant, because what was important was   
that Pee Wee had a tow-truck, and just 
before Beth got there, I called and    
asked for help with my car.            
     He told me to shut up and even    
hung up on me, when I couldn’t stop    
apologizing for calling him on such    
* short notice.                            
     Beth even shook her head, “That   
was pathetic, boyfriend.”              
     Anyway, while Pee Wee was fixing  
mine, I was driving a rental.          
     On the way to  the  Courthouse, I 
put my phone on speaker and gave him a 
call.                                  
     “There’s nothing really seriously 
wrong with the thing, buddy,” Pee Wee  
told me. “I mean you could drive it    
away today, but at least let me fix    
that door first. I’ve got a part coming
in for it tomorrow morning.”           
     “Just make sure it’s safe, man.   
Beth also drives that thing sometimes,”
I said, and then added, “and I want to 
be able to count on my wheels,  when we
start our Halloween patrols this week- 
end. The question is will it be ready?”



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