have never been camping with my father. I’m not sure he’s ever been camping himself. And now he’s more like an alien than he ever was except, actually, he’s always been like this. Always acts half-caught, like what he’s doing is wrong. Always throws out weird lies like I’ll be in touch about camping! that make me feel like a disposable accomplice. I’m glad Marci said those nice things about me earlier because those things are what’s holding me together right now.
I love this kid.
