A sharp gust of wind suddenly blew the door in. Alice gave a little scream as the door flew open and slammed against the inside wall. A brief burst of rain blew into the room. Alice grabbed for the flying play money as Bill jumped up to shut the door.

"I'll get it. I'll get it!"

"Wait a minute!" Brenda shouted, laughing, "Grab the money!"

"Oh, my God!" screamed Alice.

Bill forced the door closed against the wind. The game was in shambles. Play money and game tokens and deed cards had flown all over the place.

"It's blowing like crazy out there!" Bill said.

"Oh, and I think I left the windows of my cabin open," Brenda realized, "Shoot."

Alice rolled her eyes. Brenda grabbed her slicker and threw it over her shoulders then bent down to pick up her clothes.

"Well, we're gonna have to finish this game some other night," she said, "Just when it was getting interesting."

"Okay," said Alice, feeling secretly relieved. She started to help Bill pick up the pieces of the game.

"See you guys in the morning," Brenda said, heading toward the door.

"See ya!" Bill said.

"Night!" said Alice.

Another brief gust of wind whistled through the room as Brenda opened the door and quickly shut it behind her.

Alice sighed. "look at this mess."

She picked up the empty beer bottles and handed them to Bill.

"Here."

He took them from her and she picked up the rest of the empties and headed into the kitchen with him.

"Hey, tell me," Bill said, "We really gonna go ahead with it?"

Alice smiled.

"Actually, I hadn't made up my mind."

"Oh, well in that case, we'll have to finish the game another night."

"Oh yeah?" She gave him a playful kick and he ducked out of the way, chuckling. She watched him, wondering what would have happened if the wind hadn't blown the game all over the floor. What would Steve had said if he came back and walked in on them after a few more turns? And would they still be playing Monopoly? Maybe a lot could happen in a week, she thought, and the night wasn't over yet.

Steve Christie sat hunched over his coffee at the counter in the General Store. It had been a long day running heard on the counselors, trying to get everything organized and he was sick and tired of constantly running back into town because he had forgotten something. He had wanted to make sure this would be the last trip. He didn't particularly enjoy coming into town and picking up supplies, not that anyone gave him a hard time, but there was an edge to the way they all behaved around him.

They looked at him strangely. They didn't have to say a thing. Their eyes did all the talking.