The next morning, Rita and I loaded the boat in the river by ten fifteen, with Helen"s walker left behind on the shore. I hope this boat doesn"t smell as bad as it looks. The smell of stale beer, fish, and pungent moss wafted through the air.
. I hope this boat doesn"t smell as bad as it looksBryce couldn’t come because he had plans to meet Sydney to go mountain biking.
Rita proved to be quite the rower, pushing us away from the shore with ease. She actually did so without falling in.
Helen, meanwhile, sat in her seat and let Rita hand her a fishing pole with a lure already on the line. She cast her line first and abruptly turned towards me. "All right, spill it. Making me wait an entire night is cruel and unusual punishment."
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