Elaine Wolf - Camp

Still no words came as we entered senior camp. I glanced to make sure Rory wasn’t behind us.

“Come on, Ame. Today’s the best day of the summer. And we’ll all be together at the picnic—you and your parents and Charlie and me and my folks. I can’t wait!”

I ran into Robin at the clothesline toward the end of cleanup. “Here’s a news flash for you, cuz,” she teased. “Some families bring their dogs with them.”

My bathing suit fell to the ground. I hadn’t thought about dogs—about Charlie and dogs.

“But don’t worry,” Robin kept on. “I’m sure the dogs that’ll be here today are nothing but itty-bitty ones. You know, the kinds whose bark is worse than their bite. Probably couldn’t even frighten a crazy scaredy-cat like your brother.” Robin toed my swimsuit, coating it with dirt and pine needles, then hooked it with a stick. She shoved the grimy suit at my chest. “Better clean this before Aunt Sonia sees what a mess you made.”

Robin burst into laughter, and I wondered when she had turned into Rory. I looked toward the sound of applause—Rory at the screen in my cabin. She gave a thumbs-up to Robin, who strutted into Bunk 10 as if she had just been crowned prom queen.

“What’s goin’ on?” I thought I heard Patsy ask. I didn’t listen for Rory’s answer, just shook out my bathing suit and trudged into the cabin.

Rory lounged on her bed, ignoring Patsy’s “two minutes till inspection” warning while everyone else checked that they’d made theirs with proper hospital corners and that they had neatened the toiletries in their cubbies. I rolled my soiled suit in a towel and took out my other one—the flimsy tank that showed my nipples.

Erin met me outside before the bell rang. We banded with seniors milling around, not punching the tetherball, not even braiding lanyards. Jessica huddled with Rory’s gang, though Rory didn’t join them. Neither did Robin. She pushed past me on her way into our cabin, where she stayed with Rory while Patsy sat on the step, her back perfectly straight. She caught my eye and smiled. I looked away.

At the sound of the bell, we ran toward the rec hall to greet our parents. By the time we approached the dining hall, most of the seniors had raced well ahead of us.

Erin pulled me along. “Let’s go,” she said. “I want to be there when they arrive.”

Eagerness blinded her to my lack of excitement. Though I wanted to see my father and Charlie, I certainly didn’t want to see my mother.

I freed myself from Erin’s grasp. “Go ahead. I’ll meet you.” Then I lied without pause. “My father said they might be late.”

“If you insist.” Erin sprang from my side. “See you there,” she called over her shoulder.

I looked over my shoulder to check for Rory, though I didn’t think I would see her. No need for her to come to the rec hall; she had no one to meet. I passed the dining hall on my left and turned up the path, as familiar to me now as the hallways of my own house. Had it been only four weeks since my parents and Charlie dropped me off at the bus? Only a month since Rory had steamrolled over me?

The area in front of the rec hall reminded me of the sidewalk by the Museum of Natural History: another jumble of campers. But now everyone wore Takawanda uniforms. And now parents carried the bags—shopping bags stuffed with cookies, cupcakes, candy, potato chips, pretzels, and Cracker Jack, I imagined. Parents hauled goodies across the grassy field, where Andy and Jed directed cars into makeshift spots. I looked at the clearing, not so much to find our car as to catch Andy’s attention. But Uncle Ed was there to welcome families. So I doubted Andy would wave, even if he wanted to.

I watched as Andy guided the brown Impala into a space. My mother got out first. She fluffed her pale green skirt, then reached into the car for a canvas bag. She looked past me toward a group of mothers in Bermudas wrapping arms around their daughters. My father stepped out next. He stretched as if he had just driven up from New York, though I knew he’d done the driving the day before. For a moment, I forgot about my mother, forgot about Rory even, as I waved for my father to notice me. But he focused on helping Charlie out of the car. Then with one hand gripping my brother, Dad stretched back into the car with his other. He pulled out a grocery bag. My goodies. A feast to share with Erin. Where was she? I realized I hadn’t looked for her in the mix of campers and parents.

My father spotted me as he hefted the bag in his arm. I wanted to run over, to hug him, to hold Charlie. But Pee-Wee barricaded us—those who listened, that is—behind sawhorses.

“Amy!” my father called, his voice a kiss over the screeches of campers reuniting with parents. He placed Charlie’s hand in my mother’s, thrust his out in a giant hello.

“Dad! Hi!” I yelled. “Charlie!” I pushed my way around the barrier. “Charlie, over here, buddy!”

His face lit as he and my mother approached, my father at their side. Charlie wriggled to free himself, to zoom in for my hug. My mother looked up and nodded at me. I held up a hand but couldn’t get it to wave to her, couldn’t push out a Hi, Mom . “Hey, buddy!” I shouted again to my brother.

Charlie pulled loose. His hands flapped as he flew toward me. He jumped into my arms. Was he even scrawnier than a month ago?

“I’m so happy to see you, buddy. I’ve missed you so much.”

“Amy,” he whispered. Then “Amy?”—his voice rising with the question.

“I’m right here, buddy. And we’ve got the whole day together.” I didn’t try to put Charlie down when my father reached for a hug. He had placed the grocery bag, top folded over, on the ground. No packages of cupcakes spilling out. No multiple shopping bags like other parents had brought.

My mother leaned forward. I forced myself not to pull away when her lips grazed my cheek.

“You look great, honey,” my father said.

My mother studied the printed visiting day schedule, which I knew would end up in that metal box in her closet. She looked at her watch. “Lou, get Charlie down. It’s time to see Amy’s cabin.”

“All right, son.” My father tried to loosen Charlie’s arms. He clutched me harder. “It’s okay now, son. You can hold Amy’s hand. We’re just going to take a walk.”

“No.” Charlie’s voice came low but firm. Then louder and louder, until his “No!” filled the air. I tuned out the laughter, wanted to ignore the pointing and stares.

“I mean it now, son.” I heard the effort in my father’s voice, his trying not to lash out at Charlie.

Everyone headed toward the cabins. I looked for Erin, but I didn’t see her. Instead, I saw Aunt Helen, dressed like a counselor in black Bermudas and a white, sleeveless blouse. She torpedoed toward us. “Why’d you bring him, Lou?” She nodded toward Charlie, still attached to my neck, then faced my mother. “You could have stayed home with him, Sonia. We don’t want any problems today.”

“Charlie won’t be any trouble,” my father answered. “Ed said he’d be welcome.”

“Well then. In that case…” Aunt Helen’s thought floated away. “And how was your trip?”

“Fine.” My mother’s voice banned further conversation.

“It’s good to see you, Helen,” my father said, kissing his sister-in-law’s cheek.

“I know Ed wants to talk to you, though Lord knows it’s a busy day around here. But anyhoodle, I’m sure he’ll catch up with you later.”

Would Uncle Ed tell my father I had trouble with the popular girls? Would my mother hear it too? Though I didn’t want to care what she might think, I still did.