“Here we are!” said Mr. Jonas. We were standing in front of a log cabin. It was the perfect place to stay for the shivering cold winter. But, not for a sixty-eight degree day in Albany, New York. I thank global warming.
“This is it?” asked Joe. He looked as if he were going to flip.
“We’ll make the best of it?” I said, trying to help but not helping much. The door flew open and there was Nick.
“Nick!” I yelped as I ran for him. His arms wide open to hug me. Then, I heard a voice from inside the cabin. A girl’s voice. This could not be happening. I stopped dead in my tracks, an inch away from Nick’s loving arms.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“The question is, who’s that?” Nick looked nervous.
“Can we take a walk. Maybe a long walk. We can talk. It’s important…..”.