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Do they talk about us at all?
Jul. 28th, 2005 10:06 am Thursday
Section 4.0
Tully Lake
Annie and Chad left Thursday afternoon, because she had to go to work the next morning. We all played one final game of volleyball and then said our goodbyes.
After they left, a group of us decided to head out for one last exploration of the lake. Corb and Tiger hung around back at the camp. Corb wanted to pick up supper, and Tiger just wanted to play video games.
After about ten minutes of canoeing, we set down on an island that we had not yet explored. It was around five in the afternoon, and the sun was still shining brightly in the sky, dancing in shimmers upon the rust colored water.
We all jumped out of the canoe and weighed our options. Pauline decided to drift lazily on one of the inflatable rafts, and I decided to kayak.
I ended up making slow circles around Pauline’s raft, about 400 feet from the island. She rested, her eyes closed, soaking in the sun. I circled around and around, like the Grand Inquisitor, humming “Slow Boat to China.”
“Are you all set for your performance tomorrow?” I asked her. Pauline was going to drive back home from the camp, and then rush out the door to appear in a stupid sex farce. It was their third weekend of performances.
“As ready as I’ll ever be.”
“Did you study your lines at all?”
She shrugged. “Not really.”
“Well, maybe Amber can help you in the car.”
“Maybe. But I usually don’t have trouble remembering my lines. Bob taught me this trick. I put all the lines down on tape. It works pretty well.”
“I’ve only done that once,” I said. “For The Mikado , because the director wanted every line that I spoke to be exactly what was written. It worked pretty well, although, of course, I did throw in a few lines that Sir Gilbert hadn’t written.”
Pauline laughed and wiggled her toes.
I glanced over at the island. Ashley was squatting in the sand, making mud castles. Amber was busy exploring. “Do they talk about us at all?” I asked, figuring we were a suitable distance away.
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Section 4.0
Tully Lake
Annie and Chad left Thursday afternoon, because she had to go to work the next morning. We all played one final game of volleyball and then said our goodbyes.
After they left, a group of us decided to head out for one last exploration of the lake. Corb and Tiger hung around back at the camp. Corb wanted to pick up supper, and Tiger just wanted to play video games.
After about ten minutes of canoeing, we set down on an island that we had not yet explored. It was around five in the afternoon, and the sun was still shining brightly in the sky, dancing in shimmers upon the rust colored water.
We all jumped out of the canoe and weighed our options. Pauline decided to drift lazily on one of the inflatable rafts, and I decided to kayak.
I ended up making slow circles around Pauline’s raft, about 400 feet from the island. She rested, her eyes closed, soaking in the sun. I circled around and around, like the Grand Inquisitor, humming “Slow Boat to China.”
“Are you all set for your performance tomorrow?” I asked her. Pauline was going to drive back home from the camp, and then rush out the door to appear in a stupid sex farce. It was their third weekend of performances.
“As ready as I’ll ever be.”
“Did you study your lines at all?”
She shrugged. “Not really.”
“Well, maybe Amber can help you in the car.”
“Maybe. But I usually don’t have trouble remembering my lines. Bob taught me this trick. I put all the lines down on tape. It works pretty well.”
“I’ve only done that once,” I said. “For The Mikado , because the director wanted every line that I spoke to be exactly what was written. It worked pretty well, although, of course, I did throw in a few lines that Sir Gilbert hadn’t written.”
Pauline laughed and wiggled her toes.
I glanced over at the island. Ashley was squatting in the sand, making mud castles. Amber was busy exploring. “Do they talk about us at all?” I asked, figuring we were a suitable distance away.
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