>>2318218At the courts, there was not even a soul. Usually I would see the tennis enthusiasts doing their thing from early; too. That pretty redhead with a face that should be in movies had been here every morning but not today. Was everyone late, not just me?
The next part of my circuit was through the forest. It was my favorite section, I liked running through the woods; now more than ever since I was starting to feel the sun on my arms and shoulders and could use the shade. Through the wilderness to the road, then to the bonfire site, then back to the cabins and repeat as needed.
On a good day, I could make seven laps; most days I did four or five; no reason to not take it a little easy during summer. Today? Only one and I felt beat. I knew my limits, I wasn’t getting another run out of my tired legs and lungs so I walked back to get my stuff for the showers, promising myself that tomorrow I would do six laps or more.
Thinking that this Saturday had been the weirdest day ever and it was only the early morning, a sound coming from behind the cabin distracted me. Someone was talking. It was Peggy. I rolled my eyes and sneaked on her. She was talking to her sister. If they were all alone behind the cabin and I wasn’t there things could get ugly. At least stopping them from mauling each other to death would be a good work out.
“Nobody remembers anything,” said Peggy. Or Jodi. I could tell them apart easy but I had to look at them. Their voices were basically identical.