62 case of lies

when they reached the highway that circles lake tahoe , the rain stopped . it was almost six o'clock and wouldn't be dark for sopme time yet ," what shall we have for supper ?"
"pancakes ."
"that's so inappropriate for dinner ."
"you could have a burger , you don't have to eat pancakes .
we're almosy at zephyr cove . are you puling in or not ?"
"okay , okay ."
the pancake house , an old wooden structure in the trees not far from the yellow beach , housed a motley collection of drenched tourist . their tabl;e . ust under a tall window , offerd a good westward view as another cloundburst flitted across the lake , they sipped ice water , watcjhng as sheets of rain fell here and there in the distance and eveing slipped across the world . the mountains ringing the lake were only a shade or of darker blue against sky above and water below .
"uh -oh . red alert .ook who's here ." bob said .ointing toward the window with his menu .
"who ?"
"i think maybe it's that guy in the wooods you soaked ."
"where ?" she felt a clutching in her chest .
oh , yes . there was a fingure a long aay , in the parking lot . near a beat up wihote SUV .
"hey , that 's our bronco ! nina cried , sliding off the wooden bench .
"wait for me !" bob took the lea as they ran out the front door .now , even across the loot ,they could heatr hitchcock . pasrt malamute , mostly mutt . he seldom barked , but he was barkiking now , loundly and continuously . the man had disappeared .
they walked around the bronco , trying the doors- locked as they had left them .
"mom! biob yellled . nina ran around and saw bob crouched on the the ground b the right rear tire , holding something .he held it out and nina saw yhat it was an air valve cap .