In Seattle, during the drive to Colorado, May 1995. We arrived two days after leaving Mr. Baer's farm. I was still pretty broken up about Nichole--ten days on the farm had been good for me, and Rahul's supreme goodness in not only dropping me off and picking me up at the farm, but driving aimlessly around the Western United States, was a lifesaver, but I was still pretty mopey at this point. We stayed with my grandmother while we were here. I'm not sure whether or not she knew we were coming.