He looked up to Conrad, who was eight months older it had always been that way.Įverybody had somebody but me. I had never seen him follow orders before. "Steven, make sure you bring the flashlight," Conrad directed. Don't take the whole box, I wanted to tell them.
Especially when they packed the graham crackers and marshmallows. He was a Boy Scout he knew all about that kind of stuff. That first night, Conrad decided that the boys were going to sleep on the beach in sleeping bags and make a fire. Steven was his second in command, and Jeremiah was the jester.
It wasn't that the boys even made a big deal out of it, which they easily could have, but it was the feeling different, like an outsider, that I hated. Every time she did it, I felt like disappearing. My mother always made sure to tell the waiter that I was younger than twelve. There was a time when I was the only one twelve or younger. Kids twelve and younger could eat there for twenty dollars. This summer Jeremiah was old enough to do it with him, but Conrad changed his mind at the last minute and decided to bus tables at the fancy seafood buffet instead. The original plan was for both Jeremiah and Conrad to work at the country club as lifeguards. "There's plenty of cute girls at the country club, so don't worry about me. "You're not a nice girl, Belly," he said. Jeremiah's cheeks turned pink, but he was laughing too, and shaking his head. "Don't tell me you've forgotten about Taylor Jewel already."Įveryone busted up laughing then, even Conrad. "Didn't we already try that once?" I said. "Belly, tell us about all the hot friends you're gonna set me up with," Jeremiah said. "Don't mind if I do," he said, breaking off a crusty chunk. "Steven's too much of a pig to understand the concept of lovely," I said sweetly.
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