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step-siblings until the end of time. I never thought Dad and Mom were going to split up until it was obvious that they were. Looking at Dad and Rachel now, I don’t think I can remember seeing anyone else so smitten, content, and sickeningly in love as those two. Tilly and I are in for the long haul, that’s for sure. I better make sure we go to know each other then.
    “Beautiful.”
    Tilly is sunning herself on the deck with her dress rucked high up to her waist. Her long slender legs stick out and fold into one another, balanced carefully on a tilted stool in front of her. When she sees me, she quickly pulls her dress back down to cover, at the very least, the sumptuous smoothness of her thighs. She may be nineteen, but I doubt she’s had the experience of many other girls her age. It’s not that she doesn’t look like she wants it, more like she’s never had the opportunity before.
    “What do you want?”
    I qualify my statement. “The view, it’s beautiful.”
    Tilly looks up at me over her sunglasses to see if I’m joking. When she can’t tell whether I am or not, she nods and goes back to her book.
    “What are you reading?”
    I can see what she’s reading, I just want to annoy her. She holds up the cover to make sure I’ve got my answer. When she’s likely to be half way through the next sentence, I engage her again.
    “Is it good?”
    When she looks over, book folded flat underneath an ample and firm chest, I make sure I’m smiling innocently.
    “If you’re bored already, why did you come?”
    “I’m not bored.”
    “What are you doing bothering me then? Why don’t you throw one of the twelve footballs you’ve brought with you or do some weights or something?”
    “Would you spot for me if I did?”
    “No.”
    I pull up one of the seats to join her.
    “Why did you come?”
    “Landon! I’m trying to concentrate.”
    Bingo! This is already much better than flicking through yellow edged pamphlets about how to identify animals by the color and size of their droppings, cooking rack after rack of muffins, or even throwing a football a hundred yards into the neighbors turf.
    “Hey, sorry, just trying to make conversation. I thought we should try and get to know each other a bit better, you know, we are here for a week.”
    I get an eye roll, a kind of weird sound of desperation and then finally she puts the book down. Maybe she thinks that if she gets this out of the way now, I won’t have to bother her for the rest of our time here.
    “Mom made me come. I didn’t exactly ask to get thrown into a tiny house in the middle of nowhere without a cell phone signal, and this isn’t my idea of fun either.”
    “You get to meet me.”
    Another eye roll.
    “Yeah, well, the less said about that the better.”
    “Come on, you must know who I am. I imagine there are hundred of thousands of girls all over the states who would change places with you in a second. A week with The Donkey? That’s like a wet dream come true for millions of horny women.”
    “You think so, huh?”
    “I know so. I reckon you do too. Don’t tell me you buy those magazines for the articles. It’s funny that they don’t flop open at the several pages of investigative journalism.”
    That might have just got her.
    “Find me one of those girls and I’ll change places with her immediately. I’m only here for your dad, who happens to be nothing like you, and my mom. For some reason it makes them happy to think we are some kind of happy family. And you are right, I do know you, just not in the way you think I do. I know exactly the kind of person you are, and you haven’t done anything so far to make me change that position. If you really want to know, I’m dreading the next seven days. If I get through this nightmare to the very end without losing my mind completely it’ll be an absolute miracle. As far as I know, Landon Maddox is a donkey alright, but not in the way you think you are.”
    I wait a moment for her