Amy sat up, her eyes wide in the semi-darkness of the room. “There’s…there’s something under my bed,” she thought. Every Hollywood horror fi...m came to mind: horrendous monsters with dripping fangs and bloody claws, disfigured living corpses with stinking, rotting flesh.She shook her head, chiding herself. “That’s stupid. I’m an adult, dammit.” She kicked the covers off and shifted to look over the edge of the bed. “I know better, I can’t be afraid of monsters.”“Monsters don’t…” Her eyes widened. ”“No thanks, we all brought sleeping bags. We’ll just crash wherever.”Her grin slipped then her lips thinned to a hard line. I decided to push a little.“Thanks so much for lettin’ us come,” I gushed, affecting the kind of bubbly immaturity most people expected from me. “I can’t wait to hang out and meet everyone! Can we go to the beach now?”“Sure. Whatever,” Sophie said as she dismissed us to hook Mark’s arm and drag him toward the house.Joe got the sleeping bags while Bethany and I grabbed our. After a tie clasp, the natural choice was cuff links, but he didn’t own a shirt with French cuffs, at least he didn’t have one in Champaign. He already had a slide rule, and a quite fancy one. He’d mentioned, too, that they were becoming obsolescent. If shopping for the man who had everything was a chore, shopping for the man who didn’t want anything was worse. Probably she should feel honored that the man who wanted (almost) nothing wanted her so vehemently. She could write him a promise to. .........Again, another fantasy that was biting them on the ass.No more clip-on earings for me...........I caught my reflection in themirror.What had they done?It was a pretty, girlie cut. A few waves in there, lots of feathering. Itwas quite delightful except.....the hair-dresser had dyed my hair blonde!She had explained it would last a while, and that with the rightaccessories the hair would be pretty low maintenance, but had suggested Imight get downstairs done, too, so any men would think I.