Rita jogged over to where Helen and I stood frozen.
I listened for more screams to follow the first one. Walking toward the first desperate squeal, I heard another woman cry out. Pointing my flashlight at the ground, I jogged down the path, with Rita and Helen following. A buzzing of voices increased in intensity as I closed in on the wooden building holding the toilets and showers. I pointed the flashlight towards the crowd and found them standing near a tent with a picnic table and a horseshoe pit in front: Bobby Romano’s tent.
Allowing Rita and Helen to catch up, I approached the two women with their arms around each other. “Are you two okay?”
A petite woman with brown, long, straight hair looked up with wide eyes. “I came over here to ask Bobby to come to my tent, but…” She stopped
