Problem: Right in front of him , in the mirror ! He shook his head and sighed . What a stupid thought ... he was just a kid he saw ONCE on a playground . Never again after that , and even then he was too shy to go up to him and ask at least his name .

What may happen after he walks up ?

A: He tells him his name .

Problem: Many people out on their porches or lawns complimented his cool ride . We went to Winn Dixie for a bunch of pluots , watermelon and salad . After all the crap we ate on our trip , we 're ready to get back to the good stuff . Mr B and I shared a dinosaur egg pluot , he was more interested in biting into it than eating , but I enjoyed it . Leftover chinese for dinner , watched Shine a Light .

What kind of trip might we have gone on ?

A: We might have gone on a classical car road trip .

Problem: And yet he loved this thing . He loved its smooth white skin , its great dark brown eyes . He loved it not because it looked like a gentle , thoughtful young man , but because it was ghastly and awful and loathsome , and beautiful at the same time .

What may have been his reason for loving this thing ?

A:
It was otherworldly .