“Welcome to Camp Meds,” she said. “Where the campers are crazy and the counselors want you to take drugs.” “Yeah, well, this camper isn’t sticking around long,” I told her, crumpling up my schedule. “How’s that?” she said. “You have a plan or something?” “Sure,” I said, throwing the ball of paper into a trash can. “And it’s really simple—I’m not crazy.” Sadie laughed again. “Right,” she said. “None of us are.” “I’m serious,” I said. “So am I,” she told me. “You think I’m nuts?” “You’re here, aren’t you?” She nodded. “And so are you. You think you’re the only mistake they’ve made?”
