Chapter Four
Phil leaned across the picnic table as Cherry grabbed the thermos. “What happened to you last night? I waited outside your cabin for almost an hour.”
Cherry perked up. “Oh yeah? Why, you wanted to f**k me?”
“Cherry, would you stop saying things like that?” He lowered his voice. “Your mother could walk out of her cabin at any moment.”
“Where’s Pop?”
“Went to buy firewood. Apparently we’ll be cooking dinner on the open flames.”
“Of course we will. How else would we do it?”
“Say, indoors, on a stove...?” Phil shook his head. “Wait, you never answered me: where did you go last night?”
“What, are you my father?” Cherry spooned instant coffee and powdered creamer into a tin mug, and then poured in hot water from the thermos. “I told you already: I went to the pub
