"No, I think that will be the last of it," Peggy admits, surveying the space around her with satisfaction. Of course, if it rains, they're going to be in a little spot of trouble because she's only prolonging things. Then again, if she has to end up staying at someone else's for a night (or one of the spare bungalows), she supposes that it won't be the end of the world. "Is yours the same?" she wonders.

Or is it just that she's the only one to develop such bad luck? If so, she's got a word or two to share with whatever universal deity is responsible for giving her such a crapshoot.