`` we are n't gon na be able to drink this , '' i said . then misty 's scared voice on the phone . owned and operated by a south side electrician . there was a twin city like ours on this side of the mountain . go and talk to that jingling friend of yours . his touch was always gentle , and his voice never rose in anger . the drive on the valley floor was smooth , and on the horizon evidence of a rising sun was beginning to show . 