TAKE A SNEAK PEEK AT PATRICK CARMAN’S DARK EDEN EVE OF DESTRUCTION “Any of you ever been in the pump house?” Goring asked, breaking her silence as we came to the dock. No one raised a hand as Connor leaned down and splashed water on his face, but all eyes were on the rundown wooden structure that sat next to the pond. It was small, like the gardening shed in my backyard at home, and it looked like it might fall over in a strong wind. “It’s not really a pump house,” Mrs. Goring continued. Then she walked away in the direction of the thing we were talking about and left us all scratching our heads about what was really inside. “Why do we all have to go down there?” asked Ben. “Why not just Will? He got us into this mess.” “Did not,” I said. Getting dumped on was growing old fast. “We all got cured, we all got symptoms. How is any of that my fault?” “I think we should all go,” Connor said, “Come on, it’ll be cool.” And that, more than anything, is probably what got us to do it.
