Discovery at Little Hog Island, part 7

My week of Spuddy retreats is over. I am no longer in NY, but in Michigan. I am having a different kind of retreat: a car retreat. We are driving on 696 on our way to a Cinco de Mayo party at some friends of Dale's, a friend of Keith's. Keith is driving, Graham is playing Gameboy, and I am having a mini-writing retreat. Very mini.

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Discovery at Little Hog Island, part 7

Now all eyes turned toward Buck. Dana looked to Buck, too. She had no clue what was going on, but it was obvious that whatever it was, Buck was in charge. Buck sat with his hand flat on the table and the small smile on his lips widened slightly. He sat grinning and silent. The others looked toward him expectantly.

"Maybe we could initiate her," he finally said, very quietly.

"That's impossible," Glenn snorted.

"She's female." Garrett said.

"She’s a camper, and a transient," Simon said.

"We don’t know if she's eligible," Willie whispered, shaking his head.

Buck picked up a stack of blue poker chips and moved them toward the center of the table. Everyone stared. He set another pile out. "Fifty says she's eligible. Double or nothing."

No one moved.

"Don’t matter," Glenn said. "Even if she is she ain't." He turned and glared openly at Dana.