One thing about living by the lake is you take the heat, crunch the dilemma, move to the right answer much easier than the concrete jungle days. Jeff wasn't 10 feet from the shore when the answer hit him: Find Mr. Viaggi who used to own the tackle store. Jeff rowed due east thinking about the ordeal tomorrow in L.A. but with a sense of relief for not bailing on Carlos. He tied his boat to the ladder on the private dock and almost jogged up the walk to the sundeck. There sat Viaggi smiling already and quick to yell "No I won't lend you any money, Jeff" "You probably have none so that doesn't surprise me, mouse" Jeff countered thrusting his hand out as he sat next to him. Jeff explained the situation and was pleased that Viaggi was amenable to help Lily at the store until Carlos returns. The following day found Jeff in the air west coast-bound while bright and early, Viaggi met Lily and helped her open the store after introducing himself and explaining his previous connection to the enterprise. Viaggi being old school flavored his conversation with "honeys" and "sweethearts" in such a way that Lily wasn't offended at all. She even told Viaggi that he was a "cute coot" knowing that he never made eye contact preferring intead to stare at her heart. As fate would pick right now as destiny, the first day suddenly got interesting when three biker babes loudly pulled into the parking area gunning their Harleys.