Chapter 33: I have a theory . . .

WITHIN A FEW days of our arrival, Joss and I had settled into life on the commune. We were given spots in the cooking and clean-up rotation, we learned where to sit at dinner, and we were allowed to take our turn with the washer and dryer in the lodge kitchen. Joss gritted her teeth and used the communal shower house, even though she was not happy about it.

Do you know what it’s like, having to shower with ten other women in the same room?

I smiled. “No, but I’d be happy to give it shot.” I ducked as she threw a towel at my head.

I checked in with Ian about the Impala after we’d been at the camp for a few days. He had gotten it up onto the lift they had in the garage over by the parking area, and he felt his initial assessment had been right.