Pittsburg, NH
Beth, Amber's mother, was soaking in the sunset. Her job as a camp counselor had ended for the day and she was in a rocking chair soaking in the last of the Sun's rays.
She found this cabin/condo to rent out within walking distance of the camp near the Canadian border. It was a steal all things considered. She sat in jean shorts and a tank top. She moved in about a month ago.
She heard the screen door creak open. It was Aaron. The guy that came and went whenever he pleased. He was a counselor at the camp but got fired shortly thereafter for letting kids have some beer during lunch He still wore the tattered flannel shirt and blue jeans that he had when they met.
"Any beer?" He asked.
"Go check."
Aaron didn't respond but looked in the cooler beside her. She barely looked at him. Looking out at the sunset. Aaron fished around and grabbed a can.
"Last one." He remarked.
Beth looked at him with just one corner of her eyes, then looked forward again.
"You know the rules."
"Why can't you get anything?"
"Why are you still talking? You invited yourself. Get your own if you want it."
With that, Aaron stood there and opened the beer. He looked out at the sun too. Crickets chirped and you could faintly hear a frog ribbit. He chugged the can down and threw the can on the ground.
Aaron walked back to the door. He turned to Beth.
"You win." He said as he opened the door.
, "Then pick up your can," Beth said. Aaron stood forward and grunted again
He walked across the deck and picked the can out of the grass. He walked back and to the door.
"You got 20 minutes." He said
"25"
"20"
"I could make it zero." He said as he walked inside.
She sat for a moment. She had a brief thought about Amber and looked at the sun. She knew about her and her power. But it was only a passing thought.
As she walked in and had her way with Aaron, she wondered how long it would take for Derek to figure it out what was with Amber if he knew at all.
She didn't say anything about them to Aaron. And why bother? She knew he was better left not knowing.
Easier that way.
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