Usually on the first Saturday night of every camp session, Pine Haven would have a dance with the boys from Camp Crockett. Usually, but not always. The counselors had an infuriating habit of not announcing dances till the last minute. They wanted us to go to activities instead of spending the whole afternoon getting ready. Nic and I weren’t willing to take a chance, and we weren’t the only ones who assumed there was a dance with Camp Crockett tonight. Everyone was busy getting ready. “Have you decided what you’re going to wear?” I asked Nicole when we got back from the showers. “Well, these jeans”—she pulled a pair of denim capris from her trunk—“and I was thinking this shirt.” She opened my trunk and searched around until she found my pink-and-white American Eagle rugby. She laid the clothes out on her cot for my approval. “Cute, huh?” “Oh, so you’re assuming I’m not wearing that shirt tonight?” I teased her. “I know you’re not wearing it because you’re wearing this instead.”
