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The Crossroads at Forgotten Lake 5And so the summer passed. Occasionally cars and trucks would pass through, usually on the East-West road; a few would even stop for gas or coffee, but no one got stuck. One day I watched as a gas customer crossed the road to look over the beer store, asked Clyde a few questions, and I was sure we'd be getting a new addition. But then, he got in his car and drove off. After ten minutes, I knew he was gone. Just as well since Clyde and me had both been talking about how it would be nice if a couple of young women got stuck. There were the twins, of course, but neither of us spoke French. I'd tried learning French in high school, then again in college, but I had no aptitude for it, and Clyde wasn't inclined to make the effort, which seemed to be the twins' attitude toward English. Never saw them much anyway, only on the rare occasion when the Colonel came to the diner for dinner, or when one of them delivered our dairy stuffs, which meant milk, eggs, butter, and some pretty gooThe Crossroads at Forgotten Lake 5 by almcdermid
The Crossroads at Forgotten Lake 4So now I knew what powered the place, but I still had questions. The chance to ask them would come, so I decided to explore the limits of my new world. Someone had probably already done the same thing, but I hadn't asked. George knew the entire area, but wanted to talk about other things, and the twins only spoke French, as far as I knew. Anyway, it gave me something to do.The Crossroads at Forgotten Lake 4 by almcdermid
Driving the two paved roads suggested that the area of our 'confinement' was about five square miles with the crossroads roughly at the center. The diner and lodge sat in the northeast quadrant. There had been other buildings on the north side of the East-West road, but all that remained were some pipes jutting out of the concrete foundations. The electrical poles were still up though. Behind these were more pines and the lake, which took up most of that corner of our world. And I checked the other two 'welcome to' signs and found the same Lucky 13.
From what I could tell, the northwest quadrant was all mixed forest
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