"Betcha fifty bucks the guy's sawing logs." Steve was sitting on Nicole's front stoop.

Nancy had begun doing laps back and forth across the lawn the moment she could no longer see Mike through the trees. Her legs itched inside and pacing scratched them. It also kept her warm. She passed by Steve again without looking at him.

"All that stuff with the pool, with Mike, with the bug in the pool, that wasn't enough for one night? You really think Jonathan's gone too? It's too much. Think about it."

"I am thinking," Nancy snapped as she passed him next.

"No, what you're doing is worrying. What are the chances of two totally insane but mostly unrelated things happening the same night? Come on," Steve smoothed, "Adventure's wrapping up. Kid's gonna find him in his bed and we'll all go home and go to sleep too. Then tomorrow I'll get my dad to fill in the pool with cement and the next time I run into Jonathan I'll ask him why he's gotta be such an asshole."

"I'm not tired and neither are you." Nancy marched to the pebbly drive and hit herself in the cheek with her ponytail by whipping around again. "None of us are going to sleep after what happened tonight."

"Then we can do something else, somewhere interesting. Since you're out. And I'm out. And I've got the car."

On her way back to Steve, Nancy felt a corner of her mouth turn up without her consent.

"Nancy, couldja―come on, would y―" He snared her wrist by the cuff to stop her passing by him again. "You're making me seasick."

She stomped her foot and pouted. "My legs are itchy."

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