Cabin Fever
Cabin Fever By Bea "Have you ever heard me complain?" Jo said in the darkness of our room. This was so patently ridiculous that I had to snort. "Complain? What do you have to complain about? As far as I can see, it's me that does all the work while you loll around either making yourself glamorous or messing around with that computer." "But you agreed..." she started amicably. I tried to inject a note of reason into our conversation. "Maybe we're looking at it differently?" I...