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to his feet, and what remained of the closeness of their evening together immediately dissipated. Stretching and yawning, he made his way to the guys’ tent. “I’ll take one of those blankets, if you have another, Tonio. Good night, Christy. Night, Katie.”
    â€œGood night,” they echoed in unison.
    Christy crawled into their tent and tried to make the best of the smelly sweater and wool blanket. She stretched out the sweater underneath her to use as padding. She then tucked the wool blanket all around her and used a pair of clean shorts and a folded-up T-shirt as her pillow. It didn’t work. She was too cold to fall asleep.
    Katie managed to doze right off. That irritated Christy since she had wanted to ask Katie how she felt about Antonio and if more than teasing was going on between them. Now Christy would have to wait until tomorrow.
    From the boys’ tent across the line in the dirt came the steady sound of Antonio’s snoring. At least Christy thought it was Antonio’s.
    What if it’s Todd’s? What would it be like to be married to a guy who snored like that? I’d never get any sleep .
    Christy heard a twig snap right outside their tent. She froze. Robbers? Are they coming into our camp to take our gear? What if they hot-wire the van and leave us here? Should I scream?
    Another twig snapped. Christy grabbed Katie’s arm and shook her. “Wake up, Katie! Did you hear that?”
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œListen,” Christy whispered.
    â€œThat’s just the guys’ snoring. Go back to sleep, will you?”
    â€œNo, it’s not snoring. Something’s out there. Listen.” Katie turned on her flashlight, and Christy immediately grabbed it and turned it off. “Don’t turn it on!”
    â€œCome on, Christy, cut it out!” Katie reached over in the darkness and felt around until she found the flashlight in Christy’s hand. “The idea is to scare them away.”
    Katie unzipped the tent and poked her head outside, shining the light around. Suddenly she pulled back and caught her breath. “Christy, you aren’t going to believe this.”

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    â€œWhat is it?” Christy’s heart raced.
    â€œYou have to see this. Come here.” Katie leaned to the side. Christy joined her and peered into the darkness. The flashlight caught on something by the fire pit that shone back at them like a dozen tiny, round reflectors.
    â€œTonio’s baboons,” Katie said.
    â€œMan, Tonio wasn’t kidding. Look at all those raccoons. What are they eating?”
    â€œFish guts.”
    â€œGross.”
    â€œI wonder if Tonio left them out on purpose?” Katie twirled her small light around. The eight or nine scrawny raccoons continued to devour their treat, unmoved by Katie’s attempt to scare them away. “That is one gang of mean-looking raccoons.”
    â€œMaybe you shouldn’t get them all nervous with your light,” Christy suggested.
    Katie laughed. “Why? You afraid they’re going to turn on us after the fish guts and come pouncing over here, clawing their way into our tent?”
    â€œI’d feel better if they went away. Can we zip the tent back up? It’s freezing.”
    Katie pulled herself back in the tent and zipped it up. “Do me a favor and don’t wake me again unless it’s something over six feet tall.” She burrowed back under her blanket and added, “With dark hair and brown eyes and lots of money.”
    Christy had to smile. No matter how upset Katie got, she never lost her sense of humor. “So is that your latest criteria for the man of your dreams? Tonio could almost fill that, you know. Except for the height.”
    â€œAnd the money,” Katie added.
    â€œWhat? You don’t think his family has money?”
    â€œCall me crazy, but I’m thinking only really poor people go camping without sleeping bags. Or