The rain showed no sign of letting up. It had tapered off slightly several times over the evening but otherwise had kept coming down steadily and hard. The path between the cabins were turning into mud. She thought it might be nice if it rained all throughout the night and into tomorrow. Then they wouldn't be able to do anymore work.

She frowned. On the other hand, Steve Christie probably had a whole list of things made up for them to do indoors. Clean the kitchen. Scour the floors. Repaint the beds.

If he ran out of ideas, he could always have them wallpaper the cabins. She wondered about him and Alice. There was something going on between the two of them, but there was also a visible tension.

She had only known Steve and Alice for a day and what with Steve running around so much, she had gotten to know Alice a bit better. But even on such short acquaintance, she couldn't quite manage to put the two of them together. Alice was so much more laid back than Steve; so much more easy going. And it was obvious that Steve's intensity was getting on her nerves. If Steve didn't watch out, Alice might decide to trade him in for Bill. She knew Bill was attracted to her and thought Alice had definitely been encouraging him.

She was kind of sorry the game had been broken up but then it would have been much better if Bill hadn't been the only guy there. She had sort of hoped that Neddie would come back and join in but he must have gone to bed early. She wondered where Jack and Marcie had gone. If Ned had crashed back at their cabin she didn't think they would have gone there. Maybe they'd grabbed a couple of sleeping bags and gone out to the empty camper's cabins.

Everyone had paired off for the night, she thought wistfully. Steve away in town, leaving Alice alone with Bill. Wonder if anything was going to happen there. Jack and Marcie off somewhere by themselves and here she was, alone.

She wondered if she should go look for Neddie. She was tempted but at the same time, she didn't want to seem too anxious. He was cute but she didn't want to scare him off. He seemed like a nice guy. Nice guys were few and far between. Put a rein on it, girl, she told herself. Take it slow. You've got all summer.

She brushed her teeth completely unaware that Marcie's body was growing colder and more rigid not ten feet away, an axe embedded in her skull. And neither Jack nor Neddie had all summer anymore. They had both run out of time.