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this cabin exists. The only reason I know is because my gran told me, and I searched the place out when my father wasn't around to stop me. I can't believe he'd tell Rich about the old cabin. He'd have no reason to." |
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"All right," Chris agreed, and gave her fingers a squeeze of encouragement. "We've got to go somewhere for the night. Right now any roof is better than no roof at all." |
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"My sentiments exactly." She pulled her fingers from his grasp and stuck her hands into the pockets of her jacket. She went still, then pulled the cellular phone from one pocket. |
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"I didn't know you had that. We can call for help." |
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She shook her head. "Not anymore. It's soaked." She flicked the button, listened for a moment, then tossed the phone into the water. "I owe Danny boy a phone." |
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Thunder rumbled, farther away now, but D.J. flinched anyway. |
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"You don't like the thunder, do you?" Chris asked. |
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She glanced away, staring into the trees. |
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"No. I hate it. I always have. I know it's stupid. Danny used to try to talk me out of the fear, but even his psychoanalytical bull didn't help. Let's get out of the rain." She strode off into the swamp. |
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Chris smiled to himself. At least D.J. had one irrational fear. He liked that in a woman. He had a feeling she wouldn't flinch at snakes, mice, or spidersbut thunderstorms were another story. |
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They slogged out of the waist-deep water and made their way to slightly drier ground. D.J. zigged |
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