I ran towards her to give her a hug. She threw down the handle of the roll-on luggage and took a Kung-Fu stance. "You're all wet. Oh my God. Where'd you come from?"
She looked over both my shoulders. "You alone?"
"Sort of."
"We need to drag the seat out of the lake."
"The seat?"
A man walked forward from the shadows binoculars still pressed against his eyes. Her phone rang. She raised a foot and made her arms into the swooping crane pose. "Would you get that?"
"The phone?"
"The phone." Her head nodded in the direction of the ringing pocket.
"You want me to answer it?"
"Open it put it up here," she tried to look in the direction of her ear. "I've never seen you with flat hair," the man said. "Open it, open it."
"The flight? The flight was great. Oh, cab's here. Curbside service." She jutted her head at me and mouthed done.
Headlights coming from a road behind her. Crashing through the woods voices and more people. SHE CAME OUT OF A MIG, a guy in a hunting suit and neon gloves thrust the section of newspaper identifying military equipment towards me.
"Now that's a scholar," another man's voice said. The hunters shone flashlights all around. The light fell on a silent, standing still row of vehicles.
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