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From: Ann Douglas <ann_douglas@hotmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} AnnD"Cabin Fever"FF(2/4)
Date: Mon,  5 Feb 2001 12:10:03 -0500
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	Cabin Fever
	by Ann Douglas
     (ann_douglas@hotmail.com)

Part 2


	"Well you girl's can stay up and chat if
you like,"  Carol said as she stood up from their
little circle, "but this old married lady needs her
eight hours.  Time for me to turn in."
	"I think I'm right behind you,"  Sabrina
joined in.  "It's been a really long day."
	One by one over the next half-hour, the
rest said their goodnights.  Brandy was the last to
go, putting out the fire before she went.


	As much fun as the two-day outing had
been, it finally come to an end late the next
afternoon.  Carol and Maria left around four-thirty
since they had the longest trip home.  Both of
them lived in the same section of Willowdale.
	Sabrina was planning to share a ride home
with Brandy since her house was along the way to
Brandy's in Middletown.  This left Julia to drive
herself home alone, which really wasn't a problem
since she lived the closest.
	By five o'clock, they had both cars packed
and were ready to go when Sabrina announced
that she couldn't find her cell phone.  The three of
them looked for it but after a quarter hour had no
success.
	"Look,"  Sabrina finally said to Julia, "it's
silly for all of us to get home late just because I
lost my phone.  Brandy and I will keep looking for
it a little longer and you can take off.  If we can't
find it soon, we'll just go without it."
	"But wouldn't we have a better chance of
finding it if all three of us looked?"  Julia had
asked.
	"Yeah, that's true,"  Sabrina conceded, but
the longer you wait, the more traffic you're going
to hit heading back into town.  Brandy and I are
going in the opposite direction, away from all the
traffic.  I'd feel bad knowing you sat in that mess
on Route 4 because of me."
	"I guess you're right,"  Julia finally agreed,
even though she thought that leaving Sabrina in a
lurch was a lousy way to show the short haired
blond her appreciation for a really great weekend.
	"Don't worry, Julia,"  Brandy chimed in.
"The two of us will manage just fine."
	"All right,"  Julia finally agreed, "if you're
sure."
	"I appreciate the thought, I really do,"
Sabrina smiled,  "but I would feel better if I knew
you got home without a lot of trouble."
	"Me too,"  Brandy added.
	"It's a pity you didn't realize that the phone
was missing before Maria and Carol left,"  Julia
said.  "We could've used Maria's phone to call
yours and just follow the ringing."
	"I never even thought of that,"  Sabrina
said, a funny look on her face.  "It's too bad they
were the first ones to go.
	"Yes, that's a shame all right,"  Brandy
said as she brushed aside the strands of her long
black hair that had fallen in front of her face.
	"Well if I'm going to go, I'd better get
going,"  Julia said as she picked up the only bag
she hadn't already packed in the car and started
for the door.
	"Julia,"  Sabrina said as the redhead
reached the door.
	Julia stopped at the sound of her name and
looked back.  Sabrina looked like she was going
to say something but then changed her mind. After
a moment's pause she said, "I'm really glad you
came.  You really helped make the weekend as
fun as it was."
	"It was great,"  Julia agreed with a smile.
"I can't even think of the last time I've laughed
that much.  I hope we can do it again another
time."
	"You can count on it."  Sabrina said as she
returned the smile.
	Sabrina and Brandy waved goodbye from
the porch as Julia pulled away.

	Julia got as far as the cutoff for the road
that would take her to Route 4 when the old '88
Honda Civic that she shared with her younger
brother began to sputter and then abruptly die.  It
didn't take a mechanical engineer to realize that it
was out of gas.
	The Civic had originally belonged to her
father.  When he bought a new car, he decided
that rather than take the pittance the dealer was
offering for a trade in, he would give the car to his
kids.  Since there were two of them and only one
car, they would have to share it.
	For a twelve-year-old car, the Honda was
in pretty good mechanical shape.  One thing,
however, that didn't quite work at the moment
was the gas gauge.  Therefore, it was important to
fill it up at every opportunity.  It was a chore that
they alternated, depending on whom had used the
car last.  Since Harry had used the car for school
during the week, it was his turn to fill it up.  Julia
had made a point to ask him if he had before
leaving on her trip.
	"Of course I did,"  Harry had said,  "what
do you think I am, some kind of idiot."
	"Not some kind of idiot,"  Julia said to
herself out loud, "a dead idiot."

	The long walk back up the dirt and gravel
road to the Wilson's cabin took considerably
longer than the five minutes it had taken to drive.
Before setting off on her way back, Julia had
briefly considered the idea of continuing onward
to Route 4 instead, in the hope of finding a phone
along the road, or someone to give her a lift to a
garage.  That consideration lasted no longer than
it took the prospect of being a filler item on the
evening news about a body found alongside the
road to come to mind.
	Sabrina and Brandy had to use the same
road she had come down in order to get to the
interchange.  If she were lucky, she would run into
them before she had to walk too far.  In a worse
case scenario, a two mile walk wasn't that difficult
for someone who spent as much time along the
jogging path in the park as she did.

	After an hour's walk, two new things filled
Julia's thoughts, temporarily replacing the varied
forms of violent death she had been picturing
Harry being the recipient of.  The first was the fact
that there was a big difference between running on
a nice smooth level track and hiking on an uneven,
rock covered country road.  The second, and of
more immediate concern, was the fact that she
hadn't encountered Brandy's car along the way.
	"They can't still be looking for that phone
after two hours,"  the redhead said as she forced
herself to keep putting one foot in front of the
other.  "It wouldn't be too funny if they had car
trouble too."
	By the time Julia finally reached the ridge
overlooking the lakeside cabin, the sun was
beginning to drop below the horizon. She was
relieved to see that Brandy's car was still parked 
where she had left it.   For the last ten minutes,
Julia had begun to worry that there might've been
some other road out of here that she didn't know
about.  A road that Brandy and Sabrina might've
taken a long time ago.
	Pushing aside any fatigue she felt, the
T-shirt and shorts clad young woman doubled her
stride down the path.

	Checking Brandy's Escort parked
alongside the cabin, Julia noted that the luggage
she had helped load into the car was gone.  This
made her think that the possibility that Brandy had
car trouble as well might not have been so far off
after all.
	Stepping up to the porch, she found the
cabin door locked.  Julia knocked on the door a
few times but got no response.  She called out a
hello, but no one seemed to hear that either.
  	Julia then went over to the end of the
porch and picked up the red painted milk can that
sat there.  Sabrina had shown all of them where a
spare key was hidden in case anyone found herself
locked out.
	Once inside, the first thing she noticed was
Sabrina's cell phone sitting on the coffee table.
At least they'd be able to call the auto club if they
were all having car trouble, she thought.  A noise
from one of the back rooms told her where the
other two girls were.  She was about to call out
once more and announce herself when a better
idea presented itself.
	As the new girl in the group, Julia had
been subjected to a few practical jokes over the
weekend.  One of these involved all of the girls
disappearing on the first night and them making
enough noise to wake Julia.  Then, after she had
searched the dark cabin and found everyone gone,
they had all jumped out of a closet and given her a
good scare.  This might be her chance to return
the joke on Brandy and Sabrina.
        Tiptoeing to the back room, Julia had to
suppress the urge to giggle.  She had been trying
all weekend to come up with a joke of her own.
This might not be much, but at least it was
something.
	Remembering that the old door in the large
bedroom that Carol, Maria and her had shared
creaked, Julia opened this one as slow as she
could.  The surprise would be ruined if they heard
her too soon.
	Opening it just enough to be able to look
in, Julia peeked through the crack to make sure
they weren't looking her way before she burst in.
What she saw on the other side of the door made
her forget all about her little prank.


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