"But it should have a phone," I said. "Or maps to show us where we are. Also, there must be cottages nearby if there's a gas bar." "Ha!" Corey said, spinning and pointing at Hayley. "Ha!" He took off at a lope. We followed. Corey stopped a few feet from the door. "Open weekends after Labor Day," he called. "What's today?" "Not the weekend," I called back."