Maybe the mixture of Tootie Fruities and Scotch was a bad idea after all.

Chris fumbled and scratched at the steering column as he missed the ignition several times in the next minute and a half, growing more and more frustrated with each attempt.

Tootie. Chris stopped for a moment and wondered what Mrs. Garrett would have advised the Facts of Life girls to do in a situation like this. I guess it would depend if you were Blair or Jo. Svetlana was definitely a Blair; rich, beautiful, high class. Mrs. G probably would have told him to keep trying and if it was meant to be, it was meant to be. Or some garbage like that.

Then again, Chris couldn’t recall there ever being a Mr. Garrett – was Mrs. G a widow? Maybe she was a Black Widow and offed Mr. G just so she would have the street-cred of being a “Mrs.â€? in an All Girls School. Chris shook Mrs. G’s cobwebs from his mind, took a deep breath and started the car.

The K-car purred like a kitten, then sputtered a few hairballs as Chris sped away.