After a long conversation with Kaja, I convinced her to accept Daryl’s ten percent down payment, along with a land contract that essentially provided both of us with monthly income. Handing him the keys to all the rooms of the new “Happiness Inn”, I felt the burden off my Valhalla nightmares evaporating. Enthralled as I had never seen him before, he hugged me and joked that he felt 100 times more born again than Amber. “As of today, not a drop of alcohol for me,” he proudly announced, as though that were a condition to the sale of the motel. “That’s great news, Daryl. I’m sure you’ll eventually find another vice just like the rest of us humans. If we didn’t have vices, we’d be robots or corporate managers. By the way, you get to keep those animals back there. My dog comes with me to make s
