“Let’s drop this. It’ll pass.” “It won’t.” Under my breath: “She always gets away with it.” I’m mad at my father right now. Disappointed. It’s easy to be angry with her, but I expect more from him. “Your friend asked about you a lot when you were at Bible camp.” That’s out of left field. “Henry?” “He came by the house. I was outside working on the car.” “He knows we’re not allowed phones or—” “He just wanted to see how you were. If we had heard from you.” “I’ll see him today.” He nods. “Your mother thinks—we think—that Bible camp was a good change this year.”
