There’s a ravine just off the side of the road here. I think it goes down about a couple hundred feet.” Ethan could tell Brad was enjoying making eye contact with the gorgeous girl in the backseat. “Really you shouldn’t have been out here driving in that little car tonight. I hate to think what might have happened if the three of us hadn’t been coming along when we did. We haven’t passed a thing on this road in the last two hours, and we’ve been driving it all the way since Emery.”
“What could have happened?” When the girl spoke, she sounded like she was younger than she looked or, more correctly, like she was inexperienced in life.
“Well, let’s just say something bad,” Brad told her. “But thank God we came along when we did. I hope you hadn’t been stuck there too long.”
“Just a few minutes, and I was so frightened I didn’t know what to do.”
“Everything’s going to be fine now.” Brad was still putting on the charm. “We’ll get you back to our cabin and you can call the highway patrol, and we’ll see what they can do about getting you on your way again.”
The CD player had just flipped over to another heavy metal track from Scott’s new wave group. The sound was loud. Brad quickly apologized and flipped the CD off and the radio back on. A country western song came sadly over the speakers.
“Sorry about that, Chrissie. Let’s see if we can get something more pop for you.” That was so like Brad, already anticipating what kind of music the girl liked. He punched around on the preset buttons until a pop station came on, although it was covered in static because of the storm and their proximity to the mountains.
The song that had just started to play on the radio was ‘Cute Love’ by the pop diva Chrissie Murphy.
Ethan had always hated that song. “That’s crap,” he said and laughed. “Let’s just turn that thing off. Anyway, we’re almost there.”
He punched off the radio. Even before he had finished, Scott had come up over the backseat and attacked him, striking him on his arm as if he meant it.
“What the hell!” Ethan pushed his brother away.
But in the backseat, Scott had already turned to the girl. “I’m really sorry about my brothers. They are the world’s biggest idiots…and they don’t know a thing about music.” Scott met Ethan’s eyes in the mirror, and there was something like real anger there. Ethan could not understand what had come over his brother. “I really liked that song,” Scott told the girl. Ethan didn’t know why that would be important.
“It’s okay,” the girl told Scott, and she gave him a little pat on the arm of his coat. “I’m used to it.” Her voice was sad.
Something had just gone on back there, and Ethan had no idea what it was. At the moment he didn’t really care. All he wanted to do was get to the cabin, call the highway patrol, and hopefully get rid of this crazy chick so he and his brothers could get back to their week of male bonding in the mountains.
Ethan looked over at Brad. He shrugged, not knowing either what their baby brother was up to in the backseat with the weird girl. Brad turned back to the girl, apparently wanting to use his charming personality on her some more.
“Hope you weren’t headed anywhere important tonight, Chrissie,” Brad said.
The girl thought about that for a moment. She stole another glance over at Scott. “I wasn’t going anywhere,” the girl answered Brad. “But I was going away from somewhere.”
“Must have been something pretty damn urgent to bring you out on this old road tonight.”
“It was,” the girl answered. She had gone back to petting Skipper.
“Be nice to her, Skipper,” Scott told the dog, but it was unnecessary because the dog was friendly to everyone.
Ethan slowed down to a crawl, the thumping of the wipers and howling of the wind making him feel like he was about to get a headache. The access road to their cabin was just up ahead.
Peter Matthiessen, 1937- Hugo van Lawick