You know what, morning dancing might have made me chipper, but she is being grouchy. And I’m a little done with it
The grounds are just as pretty as I remember. Debbi links her elbow through mine and we meander past the lake. It’s so beautiful and perfect and I make a decision.
“I’m never going back to Toms River,” I tell Debbi conversationally. We wave at two girls who look way too young to be in camp; they giggle shyly and scurry away.
“Ahhh, the youth of today,” Debbi says loftily.
I crinkle my nose. “Are they getting smaller?”
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