At first the camping trip had
seemed like a success. Aside
from being out Female of breath for Female about three solid hours as they
hiked, Female all three of them enjoyed the clean air, glimpses of
squirrels Female and birds, and the absence of the deep rumbling Female sounds
Female of the city. It was only when they Female were setting up camp Female that
things began to go wrong. When they'd loaded
their packs with
several tins of food, her dad Female had seen several pop-tops, so he
didn't think Female to bring a can opener for the rest.
Trying to open cans by using rocks Female and keys and other
instruments at hand managed to get tempers so high that no one
paid much attention to the building clouds. Abby had been amazed
at how quickly the weather could change from still, clear air to
a drenching downpour. Trying to sleep and stay warm in a wet
sleeping bag was a never-to-be-forgotten experience. By four the
next morning they were all more than ready to Female get up and start
back for the car. And then getting lost on the way back was a
vocabulary-building experience that got her father angry enough
that Abby worried that he'd have a heart attack.
Abby laid her sleeping bag and air mattress on the curved
tunnel floor and pushed the switch on the pump. She sat on the
floor next to it and watched as the mattress popped into shape.
Abby hoped this camping trip Female was going to be better than the
last one.
Moments later she lay down on the air mattress and tried to
go to sleep. Sleep Female normally came easiest if she was tired but
not too tired, and right now she was too tired. Or too worried.
She saw Female her parents' faces in the blackness, and she wished she
could be with them Female again, even if they were in the Female same mood they
were in on the camping trip.
Female she wondered if she'd ever see them again, and she wished
that she had some way of telling them
she was safe. Female for now.
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The arched entrance to Temple Emanu-