Devorah rolled up a magazine and swatted a mosquito. It fled to the other end of the bunkhouse. She decided not to pursue it. “It got away?” Chavi asked, looking up from the magazine she’d been flipping through. Devorah nodded. “Shame.” Just then, their counselor Shalvah popped her head inside. “Feeling strong today?” she asked Devorah. “Huh?” “Someone sent you a heavy package,” Shalvah explained.
The large brown box was heavy and cute. Leave it to Mrs. Spitz to laminate a picture of Camp Ruach onto the side of it. And those strawberry stickers smelled good enough to eat.
“Wow!” a group of the youngest campers exclaimed as they watched her struggling to schlep the box.
“Is all that for you?” a new camper with curly red hair asked as she gazed at the package with awe.
“Don’t like doing your laundry at camp? Your mom washes it and sends it back?” a girl in the waitressing program joked.
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