“Flu’s all gone now. Hope it doesn’t ever come back.”
Astrid walked on, and now the trail was clearer and easier to follow, even as evening crept closer.
She passed a few tents. An old-fashioned Airstream trailer. Then she reached the circle of tents and trailers that ringed the bonfire. She heard kids laughing.
She approached nervously. The first to see her was a little girl, who nudged the older girl beside her. Astrid instantly recognized Diana.
Diana looked at her without showing the least surprise and said, “Well, hello, Astrid. Where have you been?”
Conversation and laughter died, and thirty or more faces, each lit orange and gold, turned to look.
“I’ve been … away,” Astrid said.
Diana stood up and Astrid realized with a shock that she was pregnant.
Diana saw the look on Astrid’s face, smirked, and said, “Yes, all kinds of interesting things have happened while you were away.”
“I need to see Sam,” Astrid said.
That drew a laugh from Diana. “No doubt,” Diana said. “I’ll take you.”
Diana led the way to the houseboat. She still moved with unself-conscious grace despite the bulge. Astrid wished she moved like that.
“By the way, you didn’t happen to see a kid, a girl, on your way here, did you? Her name is Bonnie. About seven, I think.”
“No. Is someone missing?”
Edilio was sitting in a folding chair on the top deck, keeping watch over the scattered tents, trailers, Winnebagos, and boats. He had an automatic rifle on his lap.
“Hi, Edilio,” Astrid said.
Edilio jumped up and clambered down to the dock. He swung his rifle out of the way and threw his arms around Astrid. “Thank God. It’s about time.”
Astrid felt tears forming. “Missed you,” she admitted.
“I guess you’re here to see Sam.”
“Yes.”
Edilio nodded to Diana, dismissing her. He drew Astrid up onto the boat and then into the empty cabin. “There’s a little problem with that,” Edilio said in a whisper.
“He doesn’t want to see me?”
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“He’s, um… He’s out.”
Astrid laughed. “I assume from your conspiratorial look you mean he’s up to something dangerous?”
Edilio grinned and shrugged. “He’s still Sam. He should be back by morning. Come on; let’s get you something to eat and drink. You can sleep here tonight.”
The pickup truck crept down the road. Crept for many reasons: First, it saved gas. Second, they were driving with the lights out because headlights would be visible a long way off.
Third, the road from the lake down to the highway was narrow and only sketchily paved.
And fourth: Sam had never really learned to drive.
Sam was behind the wheel. Dekka was beside him. Computer Jack was in the cramped space behind the front seat, wedged in and not happy.