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Summer Camp, pt. 8

“Table for eight!” I told Eva when we finally found the island’s restaurant.

“You’re joking, right?”

“No way!” I said.”We’ve got five hungry campers and three hungry counselors, so that means…”

“Our largest table only holds four,” she replied.

“Then, I guess we’ll take two?”

Tre and I sat inside while the kids and Joel went to the deck to watch for the sea monster.

“So, Tre,” I said. “You…

Summer Camp, pt. 4

Joel told me that he came upon Blake yelling at one of the Stuffies up in the tree house.

“What was he yelling about?” I asked.

“I just caught a few words. ‘Miss my brother’s birthday?’ ‘Work not family?’ And ‘why?’ He said that over and over.”

Earlier in the day, I’d received a phone call from Pen, Blake’s mom. She’d said that, after thinking it over, she decided that Joel and I probably needed…