already had a trail ride, a swim in the pool, and a snorkeling picnic on the beach with Tec. Rest was something she could definitely use—especially after being up so late the night before!
She unlocked her door and went in, aware that Tec was walking away, toward his own room.
As she stepped in, she noticed a piece of paper on the floor. She leaned over to pick it up. It was a note from Jane.
“Rehearsal 3–5 in theater,” it read.
Lisa had forgotten all about the talent show and the rehearsal schedule that Jane had promised to provide. She hadn’t really thought it possible that the first rehearsal would be that afternoon, but since the show was going to be on Saturday and this was Monday, there wasn’t a lot of time to spare.
The problem was that although she’d mentioned the show to Tec, she’d never told him that Jane had promised a rehearsal schedule, and since she hadn’t known herself what the schedule would be, there was no way he would know to be in the theater at three.
It was already two-thirty, so there was no time to waste. She had to tell him right away.
She put her key card back in her pocket, slipped her sandals back on her feet, and hurried out the door.
First she thought Tec might be in sight. It had onlybeen a matter of seconds since he’d kissed her good-bye, but there was no sign of him. His room was in another area of the resort, and she knew the number because he’d had to give it for identification when they’d returned the snorkeling equipment.
She hurried over to his section, still hoping to spot him on his way. It took a few minutes to locate his cabin. She was uncomfortable knocking at his door, but she had no choice. Time was passing, and she had to get to the rehearsal, but she’d need to shower and change first.
She listened at the door. There was no sound. Perhaps he was asleep already. That wouldn’t surprise her. She raised her hand and knocked.
There was no answer. She waited a few seconds and then knocked again. He was a pretty sound sleeper, as she knew from watching him at the pool. She almost wished she had a water polo ball to wake him with. She knocked a third time. There was still no answer.
Either he was totally zonked, in which case he’d be too tired for the rehearsal, or he was in the shower. If that was the case, then all she had to do was to let him know what was happening. She took the paper Jane had left for her, folded it, and slid it under Tec’s door. He might get there late, but he’d get there.
Satisfied, she returned to her own room for a very quick shower and changed into clean, dry clothes.
By a few minutes to three, she was racing through the open-air lounge area to the theater.
The lounge area abutted the swimming pools where she’d met up with Tec that morning. She glanced over at the seats, wondering who was occupying them now and if they were enjoying being there as much as she and Tec had.
The seats were empty, though each had a towel draped on it. Lisa turned her attention to the theater, but something caught her eye. At first she thought it was Tec, but it was hard to tell because there was a big splash fight going on.
She looked again. It wasn’t Tec. It couldn’t be. For one thing, Tec was taking a shower or a nap. For another, that boy was with another girl—a skinny thing, wearing a string bikini, and they were splashing one another in the pool. Tec wouldn’t be with another girl, and he’d told her that he didn’t like to swim in freshwater pools. It was funny to think that there would be two boys at the same resort who had similar looks—what good news for the girls who hadn’t been lucky enough to meet Tec first!
Then she turned her attention to the theater and, following the clear signs, went right on in.
The rehearsal had already started. Jane waved Lisa in and straight onto the stage.
“Okay, now, chorus line, let’s see how you can kick!”
Lisa put her arm around the waist of the woman next to her
She unlocked her door and went in, aware that Tec was walking away, toward his own room.
As she stepped in, she noticed a piece of paper on the floor. She leaned over to pick it up. It was a note from Jane.
“Rehearsal 3–5 in theater,” it read.
Lisa had forgotten all about the talent show and the rehearsal schedule that Jane had promised to provide. She hadn’t really thought it possible that the first rehearsal would be that afternoon, but since the show was going to be on Saturday and this was Monday, there wasn’t a lot of time to spare.
The problem was that although she’d mentioned the show to Tec, she’d never told him that Jane had promised a rehearsal schedule, and since she hadn’t known herself what the schedule would be, there was no way he would know to be in the theater at three.
It was already two-thirty, so there was no time to waste. She had to tell him right away.
She put her key card back in her pocket, slipped her sandals back on her feet, and hurried out the door.
First she thought Tec might be in sight. It had onlybeen a matter of seconds since he’d kissed her good-bye, but there was no sign of him. His room was in another area of the resort, and she knew the number because he’d had to give it for identification when they’d returned the snorkeling equipment.
She hurried over to his section, still hoping to spot him on his way. It took a few minutes to locate his cabin. She was uncomfortable knocking at his door, but she had no choice. Time was passing, and she had to get to the rehearsal, but she’d need to shower and change first.
She listened at the door. There was no sound. Perhaps he was asleep already. That wouldn’t surprise her. She raised her hand and knocked.
There was no answer. She waited a few seconds and then knocked again. He was a pretty sound sleeper, as she knew from watching him at the pool. She almost wished she had a water polo ball to wake him with. She knocked a third time. There was still no answer.
Either he was totally zonked, in which case he’d be too tired for the rehearsal, or he was in the shower. If that was the case, then all she had to do was to let him know what was happening. She took the paper Jane had left for her, folded it, and slid it under Tec’s door. He might get there late, but he’d get there.
Satisfied, she returned to her own room for a very quick shower and changed into clean, dry clothes.
By a few minutes to three, she was racing through the open-air lounge area to the theater.
The lounge area abutted the swimming pools where she’d met up with Tec that morning. She glanced over at the seats, wondering who was occupying them now and if they were enjoying being there as much as she and Tec had.
The seats were empty, though each had a towel draped on it. Lisa turned her attention to the theater, but something caught her eye. At first she thought it was Tec, but it was hard to tell because there was a big splash fight going on.
She looked again. It wasn’t Tec. It couldn’t be. For one thing, Tec was taking a shower or a nap. For another, that boy was with another girl—a skinny thing, wearing a string bikini, and they were splashing one another in the pool. Tec wouldn’t be with another girl, and he’d told her that he didn’t like to swim in freshwater pools. It was funny to think that there would be two boys at the same resort who had similar looks—what good news for the girls who hadn’t been lucky enough to meet Tec first!
Then she turned her attention to the theater and, following the clear signs, went right on in.
The rehearsal had already started. Jane waved Lisa in and straight onto the stage.
“Okay, now, chorus line, let’s see how you can kick!”
Lisa put her arm around the waist of the woman next to her
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