"But I don't need a new watch," he complained."I don't care," Mel replied, leaving him no doubt about it.But Chad still wasn't happy. "But it doesn't...have the date or doanything else. It doesn't even look like it lights up!" It's a watch, not a Swiss army knife! And you're getting it!"Chad looked at the price. At least it wasn't too expensive. In hisirritation he suddenly felt the urge to pee and caught himself startingto release it before he could hold back. Fortunately, only little. Hunter waited and then did the same. If the summer land was a blessed place, the folk who lived and worked there certainly were under blessing as well. Their faces were tanned and their bodies strong from a life of good eating and then toiling slaving under the load of abundant harvest. This day was a celebration as well as a fair— farmer’s wives were busy packing up a stall of jams or honeys. Hunter was charmed enough to go and buy a pie from one dimpled bride. She smiled up at him as he took. She spared a glance to the rear, and saw the boy she'd examined sleeping on his father's lap. His eyes kept flickering to the open back door and back again. The older man sat on a bench opposite him, jaw clenched. He stared at the drugstore, not seeming to notice anything else. There was no sign of the woman.The zombies in front of them had noticed the bus all right, but didn't seem to realize there were people in it, yet. Zoe squirmed in her seat, revolver in her hand. Marla leaned over and. Marigold shook her head, "No. I only told Brianne--and only the truth." Which truth?" asked Maya."That you were kind of wild at camp that summer..." Marigold said. "All the boys you'd fooled around with."Maya arched an eyebrow, "Not the girls?"Marigold shook her head, "I didn't think of that as fooling around. We were just... experimenting." Experimenting?" Maya's eyes flashed with anger. "Florita, I told you I loved you."Marigold nodded, feeling miserable again, "And that scared the hell out.