The next morning I got on the bike and rode to Eugene to wait for the moving truck that was going to bring all of my sister's things from the east coast to the west. She was starting over again. My story with Kate did not exactly end during that phone conversation in Lincoln City. We continued to speak on the phone during the weeks when I occupied my sister's newly bought bungalow, waiting for the truck to come with something for me to sit or lie down on. I actually ended up borrowing kitchenware, a camp chair, and some sheets from the neighbors there on Madison St.