That grin. He’s grinning more. The nerve of this guy to grin while I’m speaking to him in this manner. He truly has no idea who’s he dealing with. No matter. He’s probably some body obsessed, full of himself, man whore. Her anger began to bubble beneath the surface as she looked at his face. He probably thinks I should be falling at his feet. The jerk. Just because he’s handsome he probably expects me to fall at his feet. I’ll bet all the girls do. He’s probably accustomed to having all the girls do that. Well not this one.<br/><br/>Her eyes drifted down his body as he exuded his confidence. Then it happened. Everything just stood still. The color drained from her face. No. It can’t be. No way. Not….Atti. The hair. He’s got Atti’s hair, and those eyes. She looked into his eyes seeing that same brilliant shine that he always had about himself. It IS him! She shook her head taking a step back covering her mouth. “Shocked. I’m shocked. Atti? No way. I mean it can’t be. How? You’re….here. Oh my gosh! This is so unbelievable. I mean you’re here. You’re actually here at this camp, and I’m doing it again! Talking to myself! It was an old habit she slipped back into from time to time. ” She looked him over once more before shaking her head. “Down by the lake, in that direction,” she pointed. “After you walk a ways down you’ll come to an old tree. Huge. Years ago there was a tire swing attached to one of the limbs. At the base of that tree, there are four names carved into it. Do you know about that?”