Stalking into the darkness, Zane passed Darren and Theta as they came to sit by the fire, ignoring their inquiring looks. As the Halloways stepped into the glow of the dwindling flames, Theta raised her eyebrows, nodding in Zane’s direction. Clint and I both shrugged.
She pulled one of the camp chairs closer to Clint.
“At any rate,” she said, “I want to hear your story."
"No need to start from the beginning," Darren added. "We"ve heard them all before."
"Great." I settled in my chair, hoping I could pull Clint back into the thread of the narrative and keep him from worrying about his brother or mooning over the woman at his side.
"By now, Joe and Grant are getting a little desperate," I began.
"Oh! I like this one," Theta said, smiling approvingly.
"So they pack more dynamite arou
