"If there's a caretaker, he probably pops by here on a bimonthly basis.Facebook is known for borrowing ideas, or buying them, whenever a hot new property emerges. "Nothing to steal, nothing to vandalize," he said. Her lips made a pathetic, loose little smile. "Maybe it'll leave us alone," LaVerne said. We're hardly in the middle of the Australian Outback, are we, Randy?" Randy said nothing. "If we have to spend the night out here, we do. "Shut your pie-hole," Deke said absently, and Randy laughed in spite of himself-no matter how many times Deke said that, it always slew him. He had also succeeded in scaring himself. "Next month, yeah," Randy said, and shut his mouth with a snap. LaVerne had tried to move next to Deke, but he pushed her away-gently but firmly enough. After the first ten minutes, Randy could hear the brisk, intermittent clickety-click of his teeth. It was maybe fifty degrees and all three of them were in their underwear. "Let it eat fish." Fifteen minutes passed. He thought he could see Deke's Camaro, but he wasn't sure. The trees behind it made a dark, bulking horizon line. He looked toward the shore and there was the beach, a ghostly white crescent that seemed to float. It just floated there, not coming any closer, but not going away, either. He looked away instead, back at the dark circle on the water. "If it's under there I've got a good chance."
"I'm going to swim for it right now," he said. She looked at Randy, her eyes telling him he could come back, put his arm around her, it was okay now. So she sat down, arms crossed over her breasts, hands cupping her elbows, shivering. We turned off Route 41, we came up eight miles of back road-" He thought he heard a noise for a moment-a rough noise, like a roll of canvas being pulled through a narrow window-but that might have only been nerves. For a moment it seemed to be piling up there, thickening, and he had an alarming vision of it piling up enough to run onto the surface of the raft.
He saw the thing nuzzling the side of the raft, flattening to a shape like half a pizza. "What's this shit, Pancho?" Randy looked-he looked very carefully. "It's trying to get under the raft," Deke said grimly. "If there's a caretaker, he probably pops by here on a bimonthly basis." We got here and you had to drive around the damn gate, NO TRESPASSING signs every fifty feet-"ĭon't look right at it, the colors make you loopy" They're empty, the whole bucking funch of them.
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