Sunday morning. Donny was face down in his bunk, still thick with sleep. Norman thumbed absently through a copy of Scientific American waiting for Donny to wake up. He’d already read all the articles. Rereading them just gave him something to do while he waited. Randy was on the bunk above him trying to start new novel but having a hard time concentrating.
Monday morning on Hornbeam Lake. Norman and Randy tiptoed out of the bunkroom and down the hall avoiding any squeaks and creaks that might awaken the sleeping dragon: Mrs. Black. They grabbed apples from the kitchen then carefully, quietly eased back the sliding glass door and stepped out onto deck. It was early Monday morning. Not long past sunrise.