Elaine Wolf - Camp

But what I thought about even more was my mother and Uncle Ed, right there in my parents’ room with me across the hall. Uncle Ed could threaten to tell my father about my twisting, but I knew then he wouldn’t. He had to keep me on his good side. I shared my uncle’s secrets, and his lies outweighed mine.

I wriggled from Patsy’s grip and tossed my sealed letter on her bed. Without a word, I left the cabin.

How would I act toward my mother on visiting day? My memory of her and Uncle Ed ruined whatever chance we still had at a good relationship. I wondered why she had cheated on my father—and with his brother, no less. My stomach turned when I thought about that.

I thought about Charlie too. I pictured him stepping off the yellow minibus, jumping into my arms.

Did Charlie know he would see me soon? Surely he’d have no concept of visiting day. “Not to worry,” Erin said when I told her I wanted my brother to have fun. “Visitors get to use all the equipment and everything, even the tennis courts. And everyone gets to swim. Your brother’ll have a ball.”

I wanted to believe her, but I couldn’t. Charlie didn’t like basketball and tennis. He would want me to read him a story or build with blocks.

And what about Rory? How would she push her way into that day? If Rory had no visitors, her anger could boil over onto Charlie.

“Remember, Amy Becker,” Rory told me again, “I’m not stupid. I know you tried to get me in trouble at the social. So maybe I’ll get even with you on visiting day—maybe even do something to that retard brother of yours.”

My father must have called Uncle Ed with my letter still in hand. Nancy smiled when she said my uncle asked to see me after breakfast—a smile that said Don’t worry. I’ll be there.

She lingered at the owner’s table even after Aunt Helen had given up on the pancakes. “Go on now, Nancy,” Uncle Ed said. “I’m sure you have plenty to do for tomorrow’s visiting schedule.”

“But if there’s a problem, perhaps I could help.”

“No. No problem at all. Just a little family matter. No need for you to waste your time.”

My stomach told me I should have skipped breakfast. I couldn’t look at Uncle Ed.

“So, Amy,” Uncle Ed said once Nancy left. “Why did you tell your father camp’s not a good place?”

I felt my uncle’s eyes on me. “I didn’t,” I said to my lap.

“Don’t lie to me. I know exactly what you said. You of all people. How could you tell your father not to bring Charlie?”

“But that’s not—”

“I’m not finished, young lady. And look at me when I talk to you.”

My head felt like a bowling ball as I tried to focus on the pine wall behind my uncle.

“Now I know you don’t have many friends here, though your father seems to think you have plenty. And if that makes him happy, let him think what he wants. Our little secret.” He winked, then went on. “I’m sure it’s hard, trying to be popular like my Robin. And it must be embarrassing to have a brother like Charlie. But to say your mother should stay home with him? Well, that’s just mean and selfish.”

“But I was only looking out for Charlie.” I had to speak up, say more, tell Uncle Ed what Rory had said. Then he might ask Patsy—or Nancy even—to keep a closer eye on her tomorrow. Or maybe he would think Rory’s threat against Charlie bad enough to send her home.

“Looking out for Charlie, my eye,” Uncle Ed said.

“No, really, Uncle Ed. Rory says she’ll hurt him. That’s why I don’t want him to come.”

My uncle took a long drink of coffee. “So let me get this straight. Rory says she’ll hurt your brother tomorrow?”

I pushed out a “Yes” so weak I didn’t know if I said it aloud.

“And why would Rory want to hurt Charlie?”

I didn’t know how to tell Uncle Ed about this war that had started before we’d even gotten to camp. Yet I had to protect Charlie, who would be here, for sure, the next day.

I made myself look at my uncle then, stared him right in the eye without cringing. “Because Rory hates me, and she knows I love Charlie.”

“Hate’s a pretty strong word, young lady.”

“But Rory’s been mean to me since the beginning of camp. I’m scared she’ll do something to Charlie.”

“Come on, Amy. A retarded eight-year-old? Why would she pick on him?”

“I told you,” I said, lowering my head. “She’s mean and she hates me and she’s always looking for trouble. I just don’t want Charlie to get hurt.”

“Well, trust me on this: I run a great camp, and no one gets hurt here. Nancy and Patsy tell me everything that goes on. And my Robin does too. So I know there’s been trouble. But from what Robin says, you bring it on yourself. You and your little friend Erin, you’re different from the other girls. You don’t fit in.

“Now, Amy, I’m not saying Rory doesn’t have problems, but Robin says she’s not a bad kid. So I’m willing to give her the benefit of the doubt now. And I’m assuming there won’t be any trouble tomorrow.

“So let’s forget the past— everything that happened—and just have a great visiting day.”

Though I didn’t look up, I was sure Uncle Ed must have winked again.

“Your parents are entitled to some happiness.” He pushed his chair from the table. “Don’t deny them the pleasure of seeing you cheerful for a change. They’ve always wanted you to be popular like Robin. They worry so much about you and Charlie. So let’s not give them anything else to worry about.”

Later I would think about whether that was true. Did both my parents worry about me? My father did, I knew—always wanting me to be happy. But my mother? All she wanted was for me to be perfect, like the pillows on her sofa.

Uncle Ed continued as he stood. “Now go back to your cabin and help with cleanup. I expect this place to sparkle tomorrow. And I expect you to make your parents happy I allowed them to send you here.”

So Uncle Ed had allowed my parents to send me to Takawanda, I told myself as I left the dining hall. Allowed them, as if my parents had come begging to him. Why couldn’t he let my father feel like the big man just once? Was it because Uncle Ed thought my father had won the marriage contest while he’d gotten the booby prize?

I walked back to senior camp with shoulders so heavy I could barely support them.

Takawanda buzzed on visiting day morning. “I’m so excited,” Erin said after breakfast. “Whaddaya think your parents’ll bring?”

I wanted to share her enthusiasm. But if Rory decided to get Charlie, she would figure a way to do it. And not only that, but a whole day with my mother. How could I act as if nothing were different than when I had left for camp?

“I asked for Ring Dings and Hershey bars and Hostess cupcakes,” I said. My voice sounded as if I’d asked for spinach, broccoli, and Brussels sprouts.

“And my mom baked chocolate chip cookies and brownies.” Erin glowed with glee. “We’ll have a feast.”

It was my turn to say something, but I didn’t know what.

“Look it. Ring Dings and chocolate bars and cookies and brownies,” Erin went on. “What could be bad about that?”