"Don't call the worms, 'worms', Casper," corrected Bob automatically, but with a grin. "And yes, while we have a brief break from teenagers around whom we can't swear, I like to fucking swear up a goddamned storm!"

Just then, Van missed with his hammer and started jumping around, indulging freely in the no repercussion swearing opportunity as he squeezed his outraged thumb. Bob and I laughed evilly at his expense.

When Van's little floor show was over, and we moved on to another cabin, I started thinking about Elaine some more.

Don't think with your mouth, kids.

"Still..." I mused out loud as Bob was cutting a new sheet of...