I need one of those phones I can tell who to call. This typing out messages is for the birds.

-texts Quil Ateara- Quuil I needhelpwith my. Phonne when yo getherr. I thinkI need a newsmen I can.Talk.To.Bye.

I’ve enjoyed having Quil Ateara and @SeattleWillow here, but they both get ill at ease when I come into the room, like I’m chaperoning teenagers. It’s kind of fun to spook them.

High cholesterol. -scoffs- I'm an old man. I've outlived nearly everyone on the reservation. I don't think I need to change anything at all.

Another doctor appointment today and they took blood again. I tell ya, you'd think they were bloodsuckers, the way they're always after it.

It better come back okay, 'cause I don't want more medicine. My dad lived to be 102 and never once worried about all that cholesterol talk.

-smiles- Claire Young You've heard that particular story a hundred times, shortcake. You could probably tell it to me.

-gets comfortable in his chair, smiling down at Claire Young- As you know, Quileutes descended from wolves. Our ancestors were very powerful.

The ability to change form into such a strong creatures helped the Quileute warriors protect our tribe and our land. (ClaireQA)

-stands to hug Claire Young- I look forward to it. You two be careful out there. -looks pointedly at Quil Ateara and pats his shoulder-

Don't be calling me old, son. And I taught you nearly everything you know about cars, so I know my way around an engine. [Quil Ateara.]

Is that right, Quil Ateara? Son, you think I would stoop so low as to get you to work on my car and pry into your personal life?

I'm waiting for a call from my doctor. My phone says I have a message, but I don't know how to work a voicemail. I just found out I had one.

-Cruises down Ocean Front Dr. in La Push, going slow so he can so he can enjoy the ride in his GTO, wearing his prescription sunglasses-

-Sneezes into a handkerchief, sniffling afterwards. Straightens his glasses on his nose so he can finish doing his crossword puzzle-

-Sneezes again, causing his glasses to slide further off the bridge of his nose, finally putting the paper down- If that coughing old man at the council meeting got me sick, we are gonna have some words.

Something is wrong with this phone. -keeps trying to send Quil Ateara a text message. holds the phone at arm’s length to squint with his bifocals on-

I miss the old days when people actually used a phone to speak to each other. -shakes his head in frustration-

-text to Quil Ateara- Quuill comee to thee hou latt65. ‘,;6hhj