Troy tried once again to concentrate. Couldn't these strangers read their 'CAMPGROUND CLOSED' sign? Besides, this was private property for now. Were they supposed to have an Open House for visitors who decided to come whenever they felt like it? Hey, maybe they're coming early to register, and wanting to pick out the best cabin.

Or, what if they’re lost and simply need directions? What if they wished to stay overnight, maybe even a week? Questions and more questions buzzed like busy bees.

If there were too many interruptions, dad would never get his work completed. He might even lose his job as the camp caretaker. Then their life would go into another tailspin.

Troy couldn’t help being a first class ‘worry-wart’.

Right now, there was no one else to ponder these questions. JC wasn’t much help. And Dad was probably having ‘happy hour’ again with the beer case downstairs.

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