1. The Island, Chapter 21


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    recover from the loss of his sister. I spied Janie in the midst of the hunting party, arms around two of the girls and a big grin on her face. I suspected that she had gotten her wish for an after-hunt celebration this time. I smiled to myself, imagining the story I was going to hear tonight. As soon as we had some cuts of meat, they were thrown over the fire on a wire grill that someone had devised from plane parts. The appetizing smell of roasting meat filled the air, and kids were sent to round up fruits and greens to add to our dinner. When the meat was done, the beach looked like a neighborhood barbeque, with knots of people milling around talking, kids playing ball and running around wildly, and singing erupting at intervals from the field hockey and cheerleading teams. I surveyed the scene, absurdly proud of the way our castaway community had become a close-knit group of friends, working together for our joint survival and shared well-being. The celebration lasted well after sunset, and there was serious discussion among the adults of trying to ferment some fruit juice to create our own alcohol. It seemed like the only thing missing from the party, and we had plenty of choices of flavors to choose from. We vowed to start the process the next day. As the night fell, people began drifting to their sleeping areas. I noted some obviously sexual activity going on at the hippies’ camp, although they were trying to be discreet, and I started to get a little turned on ...
    thinking of what Janie had in store for me. I finally caught up with her at her space on the beach, and gave her a big hug and a congratulatory kiss. Jared was beaming at her, obviously proud of his mom’s role in providing food for the camp. He voluntarily gave her a good night hug before running off to join his friends for the night, and I could tell she was touched by the gesture. “He really thinks the world of you,” I said, my arm around her as we stared out over the ocean, looking at the myriad stars. “I really think this experience—the plane crash and our stranding here—has brought us closer together,” she said. She seemed bemused at the idea. “I thought the trip might be a bonding experience, but never anticipated anything like this. I guess every cloud has a silver lining.” “So tell me about the hunt,” I begged. “I didn’t get to hear the re-enactment earlier.” She described for me the stalking of the pig across the northern end of the island, and the way they split into two teams to drive it toward the cliffs. “It was a bit of a gamble, but we thought in the end it would more likely charge us than go over the edge, and we were right. Hannah and Samantha were ready with spears, and the poor thing didn’t have a chance.” “Any regrets?” “No, not really. I realize this is about our survival, and the beast didn’t suffer. It was pretty quick. It’s just something I have to get used to.” “And afterward?” I hinted, my hand straying to her boob and squeezing it gently. She leaned in and ...
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