You don’t believe I’ll do it,” I told Molly. She just laughed. She’d been laughing at me all day about this. It was late in the evening, and we were walking down the hill to the dining hall. The second dance with Camp Crockett was about to start as soon as all the boys arrived. “I’m going to do this. I’m so sure I’m going to do this we should make a bet.” “What kind of bet?” asked Molly. She patted her short hair carefully to make sure it was all in place. She looked nice tonight in a loose, hippie-style dress that was the same color as the ocean. I’d decided not to wear anything that would glow in the dark, so I had on a short khaki skirt and a white tank top. “If I ask a boy to dance tonight, you have to do my chores all next week,” I said. “Not for a week! That’s too much.” “Okay, then how about for three days?” I suggested. I loved the idea that for the next three days of inspection, Molly would have to do my cleaning job for me. I hoped at least one of those days she’d have to sweep Side B, because I hated that job more than any of the others.
