office I spotted Happy sitting in the waiting room, sticking out like a sore thumb. He stood up as I approached him and just looked at me in silent question and I nodded to let him know I was okay. I had grown close to Happy over the last few weeks. He was a man of few words but I had learned how to read his facial expressions and gestures and I could now communicate with him almost completely wordlessly. I followed him back out to his bike to get a ride back to TM. Nick still had my car, I had asked him a hundred times what was taking so long and he would just smile and tell me that he was waiting for a part. I spent most of my days at TM, helping Rich run the office, cleaning the clubhouse, anything I could think of to be useful. Today, however, would not be spent at TM. Nick, Calvin, Su
