As two o'clock approached, Eileen stole down to Jean's room, to make sure her friend was asleep. She didn't want any interruptions once Randy arrived. The light was off and Eileen could hear the reassuring sound of Jean's deep breathing. The door was open slightly and she could see the motionless form of her visitor's body under the covers. Satisfied with her precautions, she went to the front door to wait for Randy.

Jean was in that hazy place between sleeping and waking. She heard the tiptoeing sounds of her girlfriend out in the hall. At first the sound had alarmed her and she feigned sleep noises, to be sure any intruder would think she was unaware of his presence. When the tiptoeing receded back the way it had come, she realized it must have been Eileen. Perhaps her friend was having trouble sleeping and was looking for company.

The young blonde lay indecisive in the bed for several minutes. At times she was on the verge of falling asleep. Then she remembered about Eileen, restless and prowling the house alone. She should go talk to her friend. She wanted to explain about her moodiness at the restaurant. Eileen must think she was a ninny, picking at her for showing normal friendliness to a young waiter. The thought of Eileen turning against her panicked her. At the moment, Eileen was all she had in the world.

Determined now to make her pilgrimage across the cabin to Eileen's room, she slipped a robe over her thin nightie and padded down the hall in her fuzzy slippers. She half-expected to find Eileen in kitchen, making same warm milk, the way they had done when they were kids spending the night together.

But Eileen was not there. She was in her bedroom. The light shining under the door said she was up. The sound of voices stopped Jean's arm, just as she was about to knock.