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Until Tomorrow
Book: Until Tomorrow Read Online Free
Author: Robin Jones Gunn
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food.”
    â€œI guess that makes us really poor people, doesn’t it?” Christy curled up into as tight a ball as she could on top of the wool sweater and tucked the blanket all around her in hopes that the cocoon method would make her feel warmer. “So how are things going between you and Tonio?”
    â€œFine.”
    Christy waited for more details. When Katie didn’t offer any, Christy prodded. “Do you think you guys might have some feelings for each other like you had last summer?”
    â€œIt’s all just a game, Christy,” Katie said in a low voice. “You know that. I’m nothing special to him. It’s no big deal.”
    â€œBut how does that make you feel?”
    â€œIt’s my life, Chris. I’m everybody’s buddy and nobody’s honey.” Katie adjusted her position and added, “I don’t want to talk about guys right now. I’m really, really tired. Can we get some sleep?”
    â€œSure,” Christy said, wishing she felt warm enough to sleep. She tried rubbing her legs together and pulling the blanket over her head.
    Katie’s rhythmic breathing soon indicated she had fallen asleep. Christy lay awake for hours, shivering. None of her thoughts could be trusted, but she allowed all of them to paradebefore her. Thoughts of Todd. Thoughts of what would come next for them in their relationship. Thoughts of getting married. Thoughts of what precise words she would use when they finally had their heart-to-heart talk.
    When dawn came, Christy felt exhausted. She wanted to drop off into a deep, dreamless sleep. But the others were up with the birds, coaxing Christy to join them for some of Antonio’s specialty coffee.
    She gave in, thinking the coffee would at least wake her up. Crawling out of the tent with the blanket around her shoulders, Christy couldn’t believe how grungy she felt. Her face and teeth felt sticky, her hair was a tangled mess, and she knew she now carried with her the disagreeable odor of the knit sweater she had slept on all night.
    Todd, however, looked fresh and friendly. He bent down and reached for the coffeepot on the grill. “Hey, how’s it going?” he asked, holding out a coffee mug to Christy.
    She replied with a groan before sipping the strong coffee, trying hard not to make a face. Tonio’s special morning brew had to be the thickest, strongest coffee she had ever tasted. If she had a spoon, she could have eaten it like hot pudding. He had added lots of sugar, which made it seem even more like a dessert than a beverage.
    â€œThis should wake me up,” she said, noticing that Todd’s hair was wet. So was Antonio’s. “You guys didn’t tell us they had showers here. Which way?”
    Antonio’s face lit up with a mischievous grin. “Right through there.” He pointed to the trail through the trees. “Same place where we get our food.”
    â€œVery funny,” Katie said. The morning sunlight poured through the trees like golden syrup, spilling all over Katie, who sat on a log, sipping her coffee.
    â€œHow cold is the water?” Christy asked.
    Todd and Antonio looked at each other. “It’s refreshing,” Todd said.
    Christy knew all about Todd’s idea of “refreshing” water. “Would it be okay if I use this pot to heat some water?” Christy bent down to pick up a well-used cooking pot and noticed part of a fish head in the dirt. “Did you guys leave the fish guts out on purpose for the raccoons last night? Those were mean-looking critters.”
    â€œI heard you and Katie talking to them in the middle of the night,” Todd said.
    â€œWe were not talking to them,” Katie stated. “We were talking about them. There’s a big difference.”
    Christy took another sip of coffee and deduced that if Todd was awake, listening to them talk about the intruders, that meant Antonio was the one doing

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