Chapter 5
Carefree. That was the word that came to mind as we spread out in the wild and held hands, surrounded by mountains, trees, and the soothing sounds of birds and crickets, rustling leaves, and the occasional rumble of Major’s tummy. We had Chinese food delivered right to the edge of the trails. The kid who took the order was a bit dubious, but the promise of a hefty tip won him over. He seemed quite relieved to see us near the main road when he arrived.
Feasting amongst the flora and the fauna—”I hope the smell of General Tso doesn’t attract bears,” I worried—we exercised Ginger a bit more with a fun game of empty fried rice container fetch.
I’d been hoping Major would invite Abby to stay over once we finally ventured back to his apartment. No such luck. She headed home around e
