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I
wasn
’
t
mad
.
My
heart
was
pounding
,
as
if
Kim
had
announced
that
my
family
won
a
lottery
and
she
was
about
to
reveal
how
much
.
I
looked
at
her
,
the
nervous
look
in
her
eyes
betraying
the
"
you
wanna
piece
of
me
?
"
smirk
on
her
face
,
and
I
was
overwhelmed
with
gratitude
to
be
friends
with
someone
who
often
seemed
to
understand
me
better
than
I
understood
myself
.
Dad
asked
me
if
I
wanted
to
go
,
and
when
I
protested
about
the
money
,
he
said
never
mind
about
that
.
Did
I
want
to
go
?
And
I
did
.
More
than
anything
.
Three
months
later
,
when
Dad
dropped
me
off
in
a
lonely
corner
of
Vancouver
Island
,
I
wasn
’
t
so
sure
.
The
place
looked
like
a
typical
summer
camp
,
log
cabins
in
the
woods
,
kayaks
strewn
on
the
beach
.
There
were
about
fifty
kids
who
,
judging
by
the
way
they
were
hugging
and
squealing
,
had
all
known
one
another
for
years
.
Meanwhile
,
I
didn
’
t
know
anybody
.
For
the
first
six
hours
,
no
one
talked
to
me
except
for
the
camp
’
s
assistant
director
,
who
assigned
me
to
a
cabin
,
showed
me
my
bunk
bed
,
and
pointed
the
way
to
the
cafeteria
,
where
that
night
,
I
was
given
a
plate
of
something
that
appeared
to
be
meat
loaf
.
I
stared
miserably
at
my
plate
,
looking
out
at
the
gloomy
gray
evening
.
I
already
missed
my
parents
,
Kim
,
and
especially
Teddy
.
He
was
at
that
fun
stage
,
wanting
to
try
new
things
and
constantly
asking
"
What
’
s
that
?
"
and
saying
the
most
hilarious
things
.
The
day
before
I
left
,
he
informed
me
that
he
was
"
nine
-
tenths
thirsty
"
and
I
almost
peed
myself
laughing
.
Homesick
,
I
sighed
and
moved
the
mass
of
meat
loaf
around
my
plate
.
"
Don
’
t
worry
,
it
doesn
’
t
rain
every
day
.
Just
every
other
day
.
"
I
looked
up
.
There
was
an
impish
kid
who
couldn
’
t
have
been
more
than
ten
years
old
.
He
had
a
blond
buzz
cut
and
a
constellation
of
freckles
falling
down
his
nose
.
"
I
know
,
"
I
said
.
"
I
’
m
from
the
Northwest
,
though
it
was
sunny
where
I
lived
this
morning
.
It
’
s
the
meat
loaf
I
’
m
worried
about
.
"
He
laughed
.
"
That
doesn
’
t
get
better
.
But
the
peanut
-
butter
-
and
-
jelly
is
always
good
,
"
he
said
,
gesturing
to
a
table
where
a
half
-
dozen
kids
were
fixing
themselves
sandwiches
.
"
Peter
.
Trombone
.
Ontario
,
"
he
said
.
This
,
I
would
learn
,
was
standard
Franklin
greeting
.
"
Oh
,
hey
.
I
’
m
Mia
.
Cello
.
Oregon
,
I
guess
.
"
