No Mistake
Donnie wakes to the sound of a zipper opening slowly. It takes him a minute to remember that he’s in a sleeping bag, on a weekend camping trip in the Appalachians with his brother Rob, half a dozen fraternity boys Rob knows from college, and three girls from campus who came along for the ride. The zipper holds the flaps of his small tent together, and this far into the woods, the darkness around him is impenetrable but he wipes the sleep from his eyes and squints as if that will help him see. “Rob?” he grumbles. “Zat you?”
“Shhh!” Whoever it is opening his tent realizes he’s up and foregoes all pretense of silence—the zipper rips up suddenly, a heavy body rolls into the tent and onto Donnie, then the zipper is tugged down again to trap them both inside. For a moment Donnie li
