<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #80BFFF"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Jerry Dawson</span></span></span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/52369226-3528-4ca1-91bb-aab87f83ff6d_zpsf1eea54c.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Jerry opened the door for her and let her get in, but leaned on the open door looking in to her with a grin on his face and pointing on her high heels.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Stop being silly, Cat. You said you might walk home and I doubt that you would walk a hundred miles in high heels, so it can't be so far to drive and you don't have to give me gas money. But if it makes you feel better, I steer and you push the car to save the gas."</span><br/><br/>He ignored her rolling eyes and walked around the car to the driver side, getting in and starting the car. The radio, the only modern thing in this car, started playing immediately the CD in it and Nothing left to say from Secondhand Serenade filled the tiny interior. He gave her some puzzled look.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"I hope that is not too soft for you. If you like something different, there are CDs in the glove compartment. I have no idea what a wild girl like you may like in music. From your choice in drinks I guess it will be some Hard Rock or Metal."</span><br/><br/>He drove the car from the parking lot and out of the industry area, stopping at a crossing with the main street. He looked at her expectantly. <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Now, where would a girl like you live? Left in Barnington Heights or right in Appletons?"</span> Barnington Heights was some run-down apartment village, Appletons were some medium sized houses with relatively nice flats, although they had seen better times. Ivy Belmonte lived in Appletons, he remembered. Maybe Catherine would live there too. It wasn't the worst living area, more some place where you're sitll looking like you could pull the wagon around and climb on the social ladder again. When you were living in Barnington Heights, then the way usually knew only one direction...downwards like the word heights suggested.</div>