[DorkifiedTB: Yes, potty is a common phrase said by people over the age of 30. Or just anyone with kids.

Oh, and thanks for the guy advice! It helped me realize a few things about boys. I'm probably going to be too upset on Sunday to flirt with my crush anyway. My best friend is moving to Florida on Sunday. Waaaaaah!]

The next afternoon, Lynn was called from her house to see something.

"Miss Lynn! I found your paper!" Summer led Lynn to a tent and lifted the pillow on a bed.

Lynn grabbed the paper. "So, this is how I'm treated! That boy will pay for his mistake!"

Summer followed her to the cafeteria. "Miss Lynn, I'm sure that he didn't mean it! Please, go easy on him."

"Don't try to get him out of it, he's got to be punished." She walked over to Peter and shoved him away. She grabbed James's shirt collar. "So, you think that you can steal my things, huh? Summer here just exposed you. Now I know what lot I have working for me." She tossed him against the tables. "You're fired! Get out of my camp!" Lynn dusted off her hands and turned to Summer. "Now, what do you want as a reward?"

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"She gave you her boots?"

Summer smiled and started to slip one on. Emily's eyes were fixed on them. As Summer reached for the second one, Emily grabbed it.

"No! There's something written on it!" Everyone gathered around the shoe to read the inscription.

'Walk a straight line to the assets,

Twenty paces from the casket.'

"Well, what's that supposed to mean?" Haylie shot out.

Stanley V studied the words. "Maybe there's a cemetery somewhere around here."

Peter took the shoe. "Oh, I doubt that. Summer, maybe there's something in that book that will help us."

Summer put the shoes in her cubbyhole. "There might be, but I'm too tired to worry about it right now. I'll read the book later."

Everyone got up and went to eat dinner, so the mystery was delayed until that night.

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Stanley hadn't spoken a word for the past half-hour. The rest of the van seemed to sense the danger of talking, so everyone was falling asleep. But I can't sleep with my baby mad at me. I settled my head on a pillow propped up on my headrest. I looked up at the rear view mirror and met Stanley's eyes. He blinked and looked away.

"Stanley," I called to him. "Stanley, please talk to me. Stanley." I looked onto the road. "STANLEY!" He slammed on the brakes. In the street was Pendanski. He held in his hands a shovel that was painted orange. Tied to the handle was a white ribbon with bells and the words "Just Married" were printed on the shovel's blade.

"It's the shovel from our wedding," Stanley whispered.

"Daddy!" I sobbed.

Stanley turned to me and took me in his arms. "It's okay, baby. Calm down." Pendanski waved to us and disappeared.

I clutched Stanley's shirt and cried against him. "I want my daddy!" Soon, the whole van was awake because of my sobs so Stanley let Twitch, who by the way is a very good driver now, drive the van and Rose sat up front with him. So I cried in the back seat with Stanley holding me. Hormones. rolls eyes

Anyway, the trip was long so we decided to camp out in the van for the night. The extra potty breaks and food stops kind of put us behind schedule.

So we laid back the seats and all the girls slept in the van and all the guys slept outside to face the elements. But they were safe.

After all, those lizards are long gone….right?

[Hee hee. This chapter is saaad!]