"That’s him all right. Very charming." Carol picked up her mallet, looked at it blankly, set it back down. "Y’know," she said slowly, "I like Greg. I like Greg a lot. But on the off-season, I don’t hear word one from that guy. Not a phone call. Not even E-mail. He’ll be off mountain climbing or shooting rapids or some fucking thing, and he never calls me, never." She was scowling. "That’s why you need to be nicer to Janey. It’s not like other Troupe romances, if you can call them romances, whatever the hell they are, when tornado freaks get together. But Jane really loves Jerry. She’s loyal to him, she’s good to him, she’d go through hell for Jerry. If I had a sister like that, and I was her brother, I’d try to look after my poor sister some, I’d try to help her be all right."