On the far side, evergreens stretched for miles in either direction and in the broad expanse only the asphalt snaking up the hill and over the top marred the perfect blanket of blue green. There were no sails on the lake now, only a few tiny yachts bobbing tiredly at anchor, waiting to be put to bed for the winter. And everywhere there was a deep contented silence. Chris drove into a rectangle of parking lot, empty now except for the battered Ford station wagon she knew was Johnnie's, and pulled up close to the entrance. She leaned over and gently shook Carol's arm. "Honey," she said. "We're here." Carol smiled sleepily and put her head on Chris' shoulder. "I’ll be here in a minute," she said. She yawned and patted her mouth daintily with three fingers. "Pardon me," she said. Chris laughed and bent her head to kiss the girl's nose. The door on Chris' side of the car jerked violently open. "Chris, you old devil," a great voice boomed.
