This morning when she woke up, she almost wished that it was raining so they wouldn’t have sailing practice. She feels a little awkward about being at the Swyndalls’ house now that they are trying to stop the development of James Woods. At least no one knows anything about what she and Eric and Al are doing, but they will after Eric gets the petition going and contacts the newspaper that morning. Sighing, she stretches her arms over her head. The ride over on her bike is only about two miles along the road in front of the lake cottages. It passes James Woods, and Marcie was a little relieved when she didn’t feel anything unusual as she pedaled past the cool dimness of the shade beneath the trees. She grasps the loop handle on the top of her backpack and walks up the front porch stairs. Reaching for the brass knocker on the front door, she raps a few times. Almost immediately, the door swings open and she is greeted by Kaitlyn wearing a bright pink sports bikini. “Great! I was waiting for you,”
