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There’s no husband back there. Trust me.”
    “How do you know?”
    “I just know, that’s all. She’s alone in there. Don’t worry.”
    Al was still unsure. He didn’t know whether to believe the old lady or Eddy. He stared up at the ceiling of the cabin.
    “So what if her husband’s an ex-cop,” Eddy said. “He’s what, at least sixty years old. We can take him if anything happens.”
    “Jesus, no,” Al said, shaking his head. “We’re already deep in shit. I’m not adding a dead cop to our list. Anyway, how do you know he’s sixty? She could’ve married a younger man.”
    “Well it doesn’t matter,” Eddy said. “Because there is no husband.”
    “Whatever you say,” Al sighed. He sat up and hopped off the bed. He walked over to the fridge. He opened the door and scanned the contents. “Wanna drink?” he called to Eddy.
    “What is there?”
    “Ah, Coke, Sprite or Fanta.”
    “Throw me a Coke.”
    Al reached in and grabbed two cans of Coke. He threw one over to Eddy, who caught it with the precision of a football-player.
    “Nice catch,” Al said. He pulled the little tab off. The can hissed. He took a drink and winced as the acidic liquid fell down his throat. He let out a gassy burp.
    “I can beat that,” Eddy said. He sculled almost half the can, then geared up for his turn. From deep in his throat, Eddy bellowed an enormous burp, which lasted for about five seconds. When he had finished, he looked at Al, and smiled. “Pretty good, huh?”
    “I’m impressed,” Al said. “There’s no point trying to beat you.”
    Eddy grinned. “Call me the burp master!”
    Al finished off the drink. He threw the can down to the floor. “We’re going to have to start working out what the hell our plan is,” Al said. “Regardless of whether there’s an ex-cop here or not.”
    Eddy threw his can to the floor, then let out another smaller burp. “I know, Al, old buddy. I know.”
    “I think that Devil’s Gorge is out of the question,” Al said.
    “And that old bag said you can’t drive anywhere on the mountain, right?”
    “That’s right. I mean we could still try. You never know.”
    “I suppose,” Eddy said. “Let’s not rush this though. We’ve got the whole night to think it over. I don’t want to get fucking caught,” he said with a grin. “Not for something we didn’t even do.”
    “Damn straight,” Al said.
    “Hey, you got any smokes? I forgot to buy some.”
    “All out.”
    “Shit,” Eddy huffed. “No booze, no cigarettes. I’m gonna go crazy.”
    “Maybe our friends next door have some. I just heard them get back.”
    “Really?” Eddy grinned. “Ssshh.”
    They stopped talking, and listened. All was quiet. They didn’t hear any more shouting.
    “Must’ve kissed and made up,” Al said.
    “Pity. There goes our entertainment for the night.” Eddy sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He stood up and stretched. “I’m gonna see if I can get us some fags.”
    “He’s married, remember?”
    Eddy smirked, and stuck up his middle finger. “Maybe we can have a foursome.”
    “With her? No thanks.”
    Eddy chuckled and walked towards the door. He opened the door, and was hit by a gust of wind. “Fuck it’s freezing out there.” He stepped out and closed the door.
    Grinning, Al walked over to his bed and lay down. The grin didn’t last too long, though. He started thinking about their predicament, and what would happen if they were to get caught. The thoughts that ran through his mind gave him shudders – thoughts that were mostly of prison. He told himself to stop thinking about such things and that they were going to get through this okay. He turned his thoughts to the couple in the next cabin and wished he were in their shoes.
    If only our biggest problem was arguing over some petty problem .
    He brushed some hair out of his eyes, then turned his body and reached over to the radio that was sitting on the table between the beds. He