She told the group it was like wiping her ass with the
fluffiest rabbit. No one cared to know the intricacies of Karen’s bowl
movements, but she couldn’t resist. After two days in the wild she had
transformed into a new woman, with a new body – leaner, tougher. She handed
Martin back his toilet paper and took a seat by the burgeoning fire. Garrison
poked at the homemade fire-starter with a stick, and changed the subject.
-You made all these?
Karen flashed a delicious grin.
-And the foil packets, she sang.
How long had she been out of her element? Since girl scouts?
She had been a vestigial limb of her group. No one knew why she was there, but
there was no reason to get rid of her unless she caused problems. So Karen had
spent the last 18 months trying not cause any problems. When Jessi and Jona
suggested they all go camping, she agreed to it, just like everyone else. She
made preparations without even thinking, from a childhood spent in state parks.
The panic that came over everyone when they realized how difficult it might be
to cook without a stove and a microwave, Karen stepped in with her camp knife,
portable cutting board. When two of the boys only brought blankets she fastened
a place for them to sleep out of her extra tarp. She had saved the day and now
she could say whatever the fuck she wanted.
