The Lonely Heart's Writing: Open Your Eyes

Tell me everything. Why did you meet him? How did you meet him?" She demanded. "Slow down, slow down. Ok, so we just got here in St. Louis, and this hotel has a piano in the courtyard, so of course I'm going to go play on it. ... As we walked out of the book store into the large St. Louis mall, the Jonases put their sunglasses on, to avoid recognition most likely. I doubt I could survive a mob of teenage girls swarming around them and pushing me away. ...