Evelyn’s blue crossover was parked near the back fence, beside the gym doors.

Evelyn stood at the open rear hatch, lifting a big canvas tent box into the trunk.

Next to her rear bumper sat two brand-new insulated coolers and a portable gas camping stove still in its red retail box.

“Are you heading out on a trip, Evelyn?” I asked, walking across the asphalt.

Evelyn jumped, dropping her car key lanyard on the ground.

She snatched up the keys and twirled the lanyard twice around her index finger.