It meant she had to put closure on one of the best overall adventures of her life. Instead, she lay there motionless, staring at the minute drops of moisture nesting on the nylon ceiling of her humble tent. But as she did so, she heard more and more campers stirring and knew she could not put off the inevitable any longer. God, I must look awful. When was the last time I washed my hair? Hell, when was the last time I brushed my hair? She searched around the tent for her brush and gave her hair a good stroking, swept it into a low ponytail, then covered it with her baseball cap. Grabbing her toothbrush, she unzipped her tent and made off toward the latrine. On her way back she met Kevin. “Morning. How’s your side?” His face full of concern. “Good morning. Not too bad, surprisingly.” “You look pretty in the morning. Want to grab a cup of tea and go for a walk?” “You’re too kind, but yes, I’d love to.
