I mean seen him seen him. Yes, we see each other at classes or in the dining hall. But we don’t play chess anymore. We don’t spend any time together. I’m being stubborn. I know it. He’s the one with the single cabin. I could stop by any time on one of my nights off. But I want him to ask me. This is ridiculous, of course. I’m cutting off my nose to spite my face. I don’t want him any less by being away from him. If anything, the hole in the bottom of my stomach seems to have gotten larger. Jo and Sam watch me mope but have gotten used to my evasions. Mostly, they let me stew in a booth at the Little Minnow and go find other people to talk to. I’m on my way back up to my cabin after dinner one night when Alex pulls up in a camp golf cart. “I need you to help with the arrow net,” he says. I look at my co-counselor and shrug. “I’ll be back in a little bit.”
