Skewered at the BBQ pit around back

JT, I-I've always liked Mena. When Nicole was sick you didn't say anything about all the time she spent over here tending to her, changing the IVs, changing her. All the stuff I couldn't bring myself to do. Mena is yours, but I can't help that I got used to having her around. My place has dried up around me since Nicole passed. I'll take care of Mena, I was going to anyhow. She's out in the truck. You could have given your blessing. I'll call someone in the morning and tell them where to pick you up, JT. Since I don't know your wishes I'll say cremation if they ask.