We argued more and more from then on. Sometimes Doug would say "I don't want to come out today, we'll only end up fighting and arguing and all that" and he'd stay in. We'd hate him then, worse than we hated the heat, but I guess that's what the heat does to you. It follows you all day, never letting you be, turning you against each other and watching, prodding, provoking. The worst thing is Doug was right and me and Archie did end up yelling at each other.
I stormed off first, hating Doug even more for being right.