Jonathan Goldstein

To which I say, well, let's change those names and draw some pseudonyms through the dirt.

And once I agree to change the names of the four girls, Tessa, not her real name, agrees to sit down with Skye, still her real name, so she can finally have a conversation about the night in question.

Both Skye and Tessa live in California, pretty close to where they grew up.

I figure my presence at their meeting could be calming.

Helpful, even.

All Skye has to do is invite me out there to join her.

I like California.

But because of her cursed timidity, Skye just doesn't have the lima beans to ask.

So I continue to offer her prompts.

I haven't been there in some time.

After several minutes of this elaborate dance, I get to the point.

For both our sakes.

So, do you think that, uh, do you think I should come?

And so, it's off to California for some long overdue Q&A.

Hi.

Good, how are you guys?

Hi, Clark.

Nice to meet you.

Skye picks me up at the hotel.

Clark's along, too, to make sure his mom doesn't lose her nerve.