it was my first night in Newport…I was…I was sitting in Sandy’s car…waiting to see if Kirsten would even let me in the house and walked down to the end of the driveway and…there she was. We started talking and…I don’t know we just um…connected. She wasn’t like anybody I’d ever met before.
“Do you know what I dream about when I dream about Thanksgiving, which is a lot? I dream that I eat so much deliciousness that all the blood rushes to my stomach and I pass out right at the table.”
