“Oh my God oh my God,” he thought, “This can’t be happening!” He resigned himself to the fact that he was trapped, however, and that his only chance was to hope they would go away.
Kim sat trembling and listening, over the wind-tunnel noise of his stricken breathing and the roar of his racing heart, as Heather and Mandy hefted the heavy lid of the chest freezer in the next room, chattering like excited squirrels. He had enough trouble deciphering the giggle-laden idiom in which the girls communicated under the best circumstances, and in his present condition, it was all he could do to make out an occasional word. Nevertheless, he thought they mentioned popsicles and it sounded as if Heather were shoveling through the freezer in search of some.