“To avoid going home,” I said. My stomach ached as I imagined my dad feverishly looking for a way to push autumn away. The year of camp restoration had turned him into a shadow person, a ghost whose true self lived in the woods. I sucked my teeth. “So, what? Without your phones you forgot what day it was?” “I guess they don’t teach you to read the sun anymore,” Lando added, arms folded in judgment. I knew he had a policy of being anti-Ollie, but it still felt nice to have someone on my team. “No,” Ollie said. “We didn’t forget. It’s just not important. Duke owns the land. There are built-in
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