“I hate the outdoors. I don’t need new friends. I’m on a deadline that creeps closer every day. But the twins promised me I’d enjoy this. And they were right.” “You’re the best adult camp counselor in the world,” I said, pulling back to salute her. She grabbed my hand. “Don’t let Tim hear you saying that. He’s the counselor for Cabin Fourteen, and he’s with five other people in bunk beds. We’re living in luxury here.”
