Welcome to Summer CampChapter 8
When we got back to the camp that afternoon, it was late. I would barely have time to shower before dinner. Susan dropped me off at our cabin and I waved as she drove down the hill toward her house. I rushed into the cabin, kicking my shoes off and stripping off my clothes. “What took you all so long?” I froze. I turned and saw Mom sitting on the couch, reading a book. My mind was moving at a thousand miles an hour, as I was furiously trying to think of some excuse for being in town so...