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We’re Trapped, See – Page 2

“All right,” she said. We left the building and stopped by my house. There was a note on the table saying that Tracy had gone out with Karin to run some errands, so we grabbed my stuff and took off. We stopped by her apartment to pick up some clothes for her, and then drove over to the gym. Going inside, we changed and went upstairs. Our old friends were there.

“Hey Adam! Where’s Tracy?” One asked. I said that I didn’t know. “Probably out with another guy.” He replied. Just then, David and Tracy came through the gym door. Everyone looked at me.

“Oh, hi Adam.” Tracy said.

“Hi Tracy.” I replied.

“We saw this ad in the paper at the grocery store for free volleyball and couldn’t refuse. Karin didn’t want to come, and stayed to shop.”

“Quit the gab and start playing!” Another player said, as she served the ball. The game went along well. It was kind of fun to play again, seeing as we hadn’t played in a while.

Lunch came and went. Tricia had come back to my house for lunch, and she and Tracy went downstairs for a swim. David and I talked in the living room. “You know, Adam.” He said.

“What’s that David?”

“Well, Karin and I have been talking.”

“About what?”

“Well, we think — and this is just our own opinion, mind you — that you should stop running all over the place, taking too many risks.”

“You too? Have you been talking to Tricia?”

“Tricia? No. It’s just that, well, you’ve got a nice home, a nice kid, and you’re going to be married soon. I don’t know about you, but I’d seriously be thinking about what I did and didn’t do.”

“David, do you really think that I’m taking too many chances?”

“Well, it’s something to think about.” We talked on a little while, and then I went in to call Noah. He answered, and at my request came over to my house, and we went to the workshop.

“What’s up?”

“A lot of clouds. Noah, I’m going to ask you something because I need your advice.”

“You need my advice? This is something new.” He said.

“Do you think that I take too many chances?”

“That’s your job, Adam.”

“Yeah, but I have a kid and soon a wife. Maybe I should hang up the trench and the gadgets and take up something more stable.”

“Like what? Knitting? Come on, Adam. Do you want to be a detective?”

“Not if it risks the lives of Tracy and Kristin. And what about you? How many times have I gotten you into something also?”

“Oh, about fifty. Adam, seriously. This is your dream.”

“Maybe that’s my problem. That dream.”

“Oh no. Here we go again.”

“No, seriously. I think that I’ve spent too much time trying to figure out that dream, and not enough time thinking logically and seriously.”

“Adam. I’ll ask you again. Do you want to be a detective?”

“I don’t know.”