They arranged to meet on Wednesday at the Santa Monica Ferris wheel. Jack waited till they got up to the top before he got down to business. He’d sicced Mon onto Randy Wells, and he was eager for a progress report. Randy was a basket case, but he was a red-blooded American male, so it was inevitable he’d fall for Mon as hard as Jack had. The only question was how long it would take.
“Give,” said Jack.
“Wait,” said Mon. “I’m trying to figure out how to tell it so you’ll believe me.”
“You mean Randy?”
“Randy and his harem. I figured you had to be exaggerating, but it’s just like you said. The guy lives on another planet. He calls himself a Mormon, but he must be in one of those fundamentalist offshoot sects, ‘cause he married three women all within about a week of each other, and the LDS
