“Crap.” Please don’t let their tour be cancelled, I prayed. The excursion had cost me almost a week’s salary.
I hopped inside the Jeep and sat there trying to shake off my escalating blue funk. Was it the cloudy weather? Over these past nine months, I had become totally addicted to sunshine and sharp blue skies. My complaining stomach reminded me that I’d never eaten lunch, so, with the insistent wind as my companion, I ate my sandwich and mulled over the day’s events.
Merely summoning up the unhappy recollection of Jenessa and Nathan’s watery grave depressed me even further and made it difficult to swallow. The now-dried-out bread hit my belly like a brick and formed a hard lump. And the unnerving encounter with the very strange ‘bee man’ known only as Stilts was as distressin
