Town square. Shops. Coffee houses. Restaurants. Bars.

Surrounded by mountains.

It used to be the capital of Arizona when Arizona was a territory.

The road that leads from the town to the property is two blocks from the square. Lined with graceful Victorian houses. Steep grades.

Once out of the city, it’s winding, mostly wooded, partly cliffside.

Quite a number of houses thins out to a very few.

Some miles in, and up, a sign shares it’s well over a mile above sea level.

The drive from the city is at least fifteen minutes, maybe twenty.

The road to the property is dirt, very steep grade.

Property can be seen from the dirt road through trees, but the lane direct to the property leads around to the back.

Cabin is built into the mountain.

Lane and a large area are carved out of the farther elevation of the mountain and includes a large, double cab, silver GMC Sierra and a red Jeep Cherokee.

Stairs down to the door that is used as entry but is not the front of house.

Small area carved out to the side of the stairs where there’s a deck covered in rugs and boho-style outdoor furniture with a number of pillows and throws. The area carved out of the mountain is set with braces in which shelves are built, carrying a variety of pots filled with trailing green plants. Flying awnings cover this area.

The door is opened before I arrive.

Lyla is still blond, and even though now fifty-one years old, her face is unlined.

Her famously curvy body is clothed in wide-legged, Carolina-blue lounge pants, a white tee with a deep V-neck and a long, cream duster cardigan.

Her feet are in pink UGGs.

She has diamond studs in her ears. The diamonds are large, but not ostentatious.

And she has a necklace that is a cursive word with another diamond at the end of it sitting at the base of her throat.

The word is: Lynie.

Lyla:

[Off tape]

Can you start with why you’ve decided to speak with me? You’re famously silent on all subjects.

A lot of people have a lot of things to say about my life.

I figure it’s time to set the record straight.

The Reunion

Lyla:

[Off tape]

I have a number of questions, but with Jesse, he’s told the story from beginning to end. I’d like to ask you to do the same. But can you start in Chicago?

[Turns head to look out the window]

Chicago.

You’d been brought by Tom Mancosa to—

[Turns head back]

I remember Chicago.

[Shakes head]

[Whispering] Preacher.

I ran out.

I don’t know what I expected.

Amber got their album. She listened to it. She was livid. So angry.