Linda's

I approached Linda's tent, having concluded that Shawna was surely the object of Jimmy's current erotic attentions. The tent flap was shut, so I couldn't be sure if it was empty without looking inside. I hesitated, considering whether to simply enter the tent or make some noise ("knock" as it were.)

Just then the flap opened without me, Linda's slim fingers flipping it to the side as she nearly bowled me over on her way out.

"Oh!" she said. "I'm sorry, I didn't see you there!"

"That's OK, Linda," I said. "My fault for standing in your doorway." I tried my best disarming smile.

Linda cocked her head. "What were you doing standing there, anyway? I figured you'd be asleep by now..."