Art camp, because that’s where Paul Newman’s kids went, and Dale was competitive. I think I’ve already said that. That’s where Paul Newman sent them. Expensive art camp, too. Dale thought this was genius. He’d send Clo to camp and Dylan back to Dorothy. Give Dorothy a break. She’d been doing okay—“okay”—a minute, now. Dylan would come back in time for school, and he’d be fine out there. And for Dale—oh, for Dale—finally some time to himself. Jesus Christ, finally, you know? Finally! And Clover didn’t hate the idea either. She liked to be alone, too. So Clover got excited. The night before, she perused the camp’s list of things she needed to bring. It read: CLOTHING FOR YOUNG WOMEN: • Bras. FOR YOUNG MEN: • Athletic Supporters. FOOTWEAR • Sandals / Flip-flops.
