I get it. Your son has a chance for the summer of a lifetime. But what about mine, left all alone without a single friend in camp?
“Ezzy? Can you come write the thank-you notes now?”
From over on the couch, where he was immersed in some comic thriller, my son gave a groan.
“I know, I know. But it’s that time of year again.”
Ezzy pouted, then stood up, not without a loud, theatrical sigh. “What am I supposed to say, anyway?”
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