Night had fallen. Alice had left her kids safely in the night supervisor’s charge. She and Kuvi sat in their luxurious cabin’s small living room area, still wearing their day’s camp attire. Her roommate was flabbergasted because Alice had just told her with whom she’d been spending her nights. “Dylan Fall,” Kuvi repeated with blank incredulity. Alice laughed. “What?” Kuvi asked, no doubt surprised by Alice’s burst of amusement after such a tense proclamation. “Nothing,” Alice said between jags of laughter. “You just sounded exactly like I did when Maggie, my advisor at grad school, dropped the bomb last May that I’d be interviewing with the CEO of Durand Enterprises instead of the vice president of human resources. I was floored, too.” “But this is different. It’s bigger,” Kuvi defended, glancing around their cabin like she’d never seen it before.
