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- Author: Nancy Bush
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Camp Love Shack
Then…
Emma Whelan sat on the cold carpet of pine needles around the campfire,
narrowing her eyes against the smoke. It was dark outside, no ambient light
to push back the deep woods beyond the blood-orange glow off the spitting
and grasping flames, rust and maize heat devils dancing toward the sky.
Across the campfire, the boys’ faces were up-lit, gallows-like. And beyond
them the lake was a black void, a seemingly endless placid surface that
stretched to the other end, though Fog Lake was barely half a mile long,
both shores along its width in sight of each other.
“Sure you don’t want some?” one of the boys asked, holding up a joint
and pointing it in Emma’s direction.
At seventeen Emma was no stranger to weed. She’d done her share of
experimenting but she’d never cared for the high. She’d abused alcohol
some, too. Got drunk just enough times to regret some of the things she’d
said and done, and so her interest in marijuana and booze had fallen off a
cliff.
Rona, seated a few spaces over from Emma, jumped up and circled the
fire to take the joint, press it between her lips, and inhale deeply. She kept
her eyes on the guy who’d offered it up, Donovan, even though he was still
looking at Emma. He liked Emma, she knew, but she didn’t care. She was
used to male attention. But his interest in her had clearly pissed off Rona,
which amused her.
Brooke, on Emma’s right, said, “Joy’s not leaving us overnight by
ourselves. She’ll be back.”
“Nah, she’s gone,” another one of the guys answered. That was Lanny.
Kind of a douchebag. Kinda funny. Emma wasn’t sure what she thought of
him. “The sad sack’s not here. We’ve got the place to ourselves till
tomorrow afternoon, so party on, dudes.” Lanny got to his feet and did an
impromptu bump and grind with his hips, part sexual, part plain stupid. He
wore baggy shorts and a camp T-shirt and made goofy faces. His ears stuck
out from beneath a shaggy haircut of brown hair. Everyone laughed and
even Emma smiled.
Joy, who was kind of down and mopey, was the midthirty-ish director of
the summer camp owned by Mr. and Mrs. Luft-Shawk. The Luft-Shawks
had tried to entrench the name “Camp Fog Lake” but everyone still called it
Camp Love Shack not only because it sounded like their names, but also
because it had the reputation of being a hot, hook-up place. Emma could
attest to that last part. She’d spent an exploratory half hour with Donovan
behind the mirror, a space about the size of Mom’s broom closet, but in
truth her mind had been set on someone else. Donovan and his ilk were just
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