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"Did it go under the raft? Is it under us?"

It came with an oily, frightening speed, and as it did, Randy saw the colors Rachel had seen-fantastic reds and yellows and blues spiraling across an ebony surface like limp plastic' or dark, lithe Naugahyde. It rose and fell with the waves and that changed the colors, made them swirl and blend. Randy realized he was going to fall over, fall right into it, he could feel himself tilting out- With the last of his strength he brought his right fist up into his own nose-the gesture of a man stifling a cough, only a little high and a lot hard. His nose flared with pain, he felt blood run warmly down his face, and then he was able to step back, crying out: "Don't look at it

Deke stood thoughtfully, head bent. His short hair was still dripping a little.

"You know where we are," Randy said. "You know as well as I do. We turned off Route 41, we came up eight miles of back road-"

"Next month, yeah," Randy said, and shut his mouth with a snap. He had also succeeded in scaring himself.

"Maybe it'll leave us alone," LaVerne said. Her lips made a pathetic, loose little smile.

LaVerne leaped to her feet. Deke came to where Randy was and for a moment the raft tilted, scaring Randy's heart into a gallop and making LaVerne scream again. Then Deke stepped back a little and the raft stabilized, with the left front corner (as they faced the shoreline) dipped down slightly more than the rest of the raft.

"So? A caretaker-" Deke was sounding a little pissed now, a little off-balance. A little scared? For the first time tonight, for the first time this month, this year, maybe for the first time in his whole life? Now there was an awesome thought-Deke loses his fear-cherry. Randy was not sure it was happening, but he thought maybe it was... and he took a perverse pleasure in it.

"We just picked up and went," Deke said.

"Stop it"

"You know where we are," Randy said. "You know as well as I do. We turned off Route 41, we came up eight miles of back road-"

"Stop it"

"You know where we are," Randy said. "You know as well as I do. We turned off Route 41, we came up eight miles of back road-"

"Did it go under the raft? Is it under us?"

"Nothing to steal, nothing to vandalize," he said. "If there's a caretaker, he probably pops by here on a bimonthly basis."

"Stop it"

"We just picked up and went," Deke said.

"Did it go under?" LaVerne said, and there was something oddly nonchalant about her tone, as if she were trying with all her might to be conversational, but she was screaming, too.

"Nothing to steal, nothing to vandalize," he said. "If there's a caretaker, he probably pops by here on a bimonthly basis."

Deke looked at him, his face full of a fierce concentration in the gloom. "Maybe? What's this maybe shit?"

"Did it go under the raft? Is it under us?"

"Nothing to steal, nothing to vandalize," he said. "If there's a caretaker, he probably pops by here on a bimonthly basis."

"Summer cottages. This is October. They're empty, the whole bucking funch of them. We got here and you had to drive around the damn gate, NO TRESPASSING signs every fifty feet-"

"You know where we are," Randy said. "You know as well as I do. We turned off Route 41, we came up eight miles of back road-"

"It's trying to get under the raft," Deke said grimly. "What's this shit, Pancho?" Randy looked-he looked very carefully. He saw the thing nuzzling the side of the raft, flattening to a shape like half a pizza. For a moment it seemed to be piling up there, thickening, and he had an alarming vision of it piling up enough to run onto the surface of the raft.

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