Little did I expect to find Dani and Giaco smack dab in the middle of the bridge that spans the Rubicon...
Lots of tangents remaining to be explored here and fireworks I'm sure to come...
Despite the obvious reference, with the addition of MaryAnne and the baby Hope, thru MaryAnne they rediscovered a part of their humanity...and a bit of hope for the future.
Now, those frisky boys need to get to thinking about a cabin...pronto...Garrett is proving himself to be quite the asset!
I was wondering WTF was up with Dan, and then we met his mother. A great biology lesson here on gene transference...By any chance, is Mrs. Thomas first name Karen, husband Ken???
Just why is store issued apron laced with aluminum, could it be possible Karen or her significant other Ken may have nether regions kryptonite??
He had no name, but the gossiping public dubbed him the Retail Ninja. Armed with his plentiful box-cutter knives, barcode stickers, price gun, and aluminum-laced apron, he was considered formidable. Even with his reputation, evil-doers tried.
Looks like there will be a unique, complementary collection of talent, a formidable foe to the Messiah's and all others that would do evil...Wonder if we will see The Voice again???
Oh my...well there's a cliffhanger or two or a dozen or so...we all know the heart wants, what the heart wants...
And...is Cosmo a blood relation, will we find out if blood is thicker than water...what possibly could go wrong/right now, in several instances/scenarios???
And for those who want to see the bike ride the following can give you an idea...
https://mapcarta.com/Scala
I think at the end of the day there may have been better options, but who knows....
It still frustrates me that Devin isn't communicating as well as he should with Mac, we saw some of this in the last chapter as well...if they are going to be a forever couple, they need to iron this kink out...ASAP
No subtrifuge between the two of them, is there...one wonders just how the seed that Eric planted will grow...
Would studying architecture make you happy?”
That wasn’t something he needed to self-debate. “Yeah. Sure. I wish I could be an architect.” His throat had gone tight. The conversation was hitting too close to home, and he dragged his eyes away from Eric’s searching gaze. “I’d also like to win the Powerball. Wishes don’t mean shit.”
Eric’s thumb swiped back and forth over his knee. “Maybe not. But dreams mean everything.”