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Show RFVER divided the cabin into a kitchen and a bedroom. The kitchen consisted of a couple of tables, some kerosene lanterns, and a Coleman stove. We pulled the mattress out of the van and Rosie and I slept on it: in the day, we occasionally used it to lounge upon. Adam's men towed us to the far side of the harbor where we tied up to a tree. We spent the afternoon getting the last of our gear aboard and talking to reporters: we started to feel like heroes. In the evening we drank wine and got high in the cabin of the raft. We laughed until we were giddy-and we were: in six days we'd built twenty-eight feet of raft that was now actually in the water. Vince brought the van around to the far end of the marina and he and Julia went off to sleep in it. Rick slept in the weeds. Making love on the new raft was very fine. It was like floating on an enormous waterbed. Vince and Julia weren't so lucky. Vince had chosen a local necking hangout as a parking place, and they had just settled down when somebody stuck a flashlight in the window. It was the police. "All right," said one. "Lef s see some identification." They gave the cops their driver's licenses. "Do you own this van?" "Uh, yep," said Vince. "Do you live in this thing?" "Uh, well, sometimes, yeah. You see..." and Vince told them about the raft. The cops seemed to loosen up. "Uh," said one of the cops when Vince was done, "are you two married?" "No," said Vince. "Well, you know, that's against the law in Illinois. I believe if s called fornication." -62- |