The great outdoors

It was true. Olivia missed her laptop, her netbook, phone. All of it. But she was making do. Maybe it was a good time to be cut off from everything. After all, Steve was consuming her time, lately. She hadn't mention this to Ravi. Perhaps it was something nostalgic with Steve who wanted to remember the good old days of high school. Actually, Olivia didn't see them that way, exactly. After all, they'd had more of a loser's club than anything.

He remembered everyone. He knew what happened to the blind girl that would go off with any boy. "She's fat." Steve told her. Olivia had checked into it. She was pregnant. Olivia did her best to keep him focused on the writing and not how things were. But he called her a lot now. And she felt she'd been pulled down a rabbit's hole and there was no way, getting out of it.

Doyle had built a fire. Roger was so sure they'd get in trouble about it.

"What if we burn the whole park down?" Roger was not comfortable.

"Promise, we'll put the fire out once we have our weenie roast." Olivia chuckled. Of course, the only weenie here was Roger, she couldn't help but think.

"So you are living without any of your devices to communicate?" Ravi leaned over as he handed her a stick for her wiener. He caught her bottom lip with a sweet kiss.

"Yeah. Of course." She gave him a sly grin. "Are you saying I'm on my laptop, too  much?"

He smiled, shook his head, no.

"So do you like helping them write?" Ravi wanted to know. He put his arm around her.

"Of course, I do." She sighed. "Its kind of like how I remember Resource."

"Resource?" Ravi winced. She sat in his lap and they watched the weenies roast carefully.

"Yeah, grade school. Kind of had me mixed up, with my files and everything. So I spent a year or so in Special Ed. I had a great teacher. We were so non readers, but she got us to be readers by writing. A lot. She always got us to write more. By the time they figured out I wasn't suppose to be there.. I went back to the regular classroom...I wasn't behind at all. Really, I did miss Resource."  Finally it was time for dinner.

She bit into her hotdog then slathered in mustard. The wiener was burnt to perfection. It always tasted better in the great outdoors.