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| I pulled in front of Lane's house, not knowing whether or not his father was still there. Lanes' vehicle wasn't in the driveway, but I decided to go inside and be with the family. Lane's mother got up from her chair in the dining room and gave me a long hug. She was thankful for me stopping by and said that Lane was at the school trying to stay busy. I stayed for a short time, looking at pictures and trying to understand why this had to happen to my friend and his family. | |||
| Jeff was hard-working, strong, and a decent man who took care of his family. He fell ill but still kept working and doing things around the house. Jeff was always pretty nice towards me, even when he didn't have to. Lane told me that he regrets his father taking chemotherapy because it might've done more harm than good. And before Lane and his family could prepare for such a life-altering situation, Jeff passed away in his home. | |||
| I tried to guide Lane to his feelings, and he explained his disappointment in his so-called friends in their absence. I encouraged him to stay a couple days in Fargo and he obliged. | |||
| On my way home, the car made a sudden deep roar that wouldn't relent. I pulled into a small town along the interstate. Upon further inspection, I noticed the muffler snapped in two, hanging a foot off of the ground. | |||
| Lane stayed in Fargo for a couple days before he would return for the funeral. Settled back in, I hopped in the Golf to visit Allie. Halfway to my destination, I saw the all too familiar red and blue beaming through my back window, daring me to floor the pedal and try my luck at a high speed chase. | |||
| This is the climax. The big muffler resolution. | |||
| The Cop gave me a date to appear in court to waste two hours of my day watching the Judge taunt and demean almost every poor bastard that went through. | |||
| So I got some rope and tied up my muffler so that it no longer hangs. Problem solved. Muffler resolution achieved. | |||