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Awasiwi Odanack ‘Beyond the village’
-Abenaki phrase
—-~*~—-
Summer June 1990, N Manchester, NH
The sun rose early that summer morning, casting a golden glow over the quiet campsite nestled in the woods. Soon, the stillness would be replaced by the laughter and boundless energy of children arriving from across the country. For the next ten weeks, the grounds would buzz with life as droves of campers descended upon the place. On the dock overlooking the Merrimack River, a handful of staffers sat in peaceful silence, soaking in the serene view before the chaos began. Among them was Doug, one of the camp directors, who stood and stretched.
“It’s about that time, guys,” Doug said, breaking the quiet. “I’m going to find my better half, and we’ll meet you down by the entrance.” With a quick wave, he turned and jogged up the hill toward his cabin.
“Liz? Liz?” Doug called out as he walked through the house, his voice echoing in the empty rooms. “Liz?”
“Huh?” came her distracted reply. She was hunched over her desk, buried in a stack of bills and invoices that seemed to multiply by the minute. Her brow was furrowed, her focus unshakable.
“Didn’t you hear me calling for you?” Doug asked, stepping into the room. When she didn’t respond, he moved closer. “Liz, baby, what are you doing? We need to get down there—the buses are coming.” Still, she didn’t look up. Gently but firmly, he took the papers from her hands and positioned himself in front of her.
“Doug!” she snapped, glaring at him with a mix of irritation and exhaustion.
“Elizabeth,” he said, his tone softening but still insistent. “You were up late last night, and now this. What’s going on?”
“Well, someone has to care about how we’re going to keep this place running!” she shot back, her voice rising.
“I don’t care?” Doug replied, his voice tinged with hurt.
“That’s not what I meant,” Liz said, sighing heavily. She leaned back in her chair, running a hand through her hair. “I forgot to calculate the supplies that came in yesterday, and when I called the bank, I found out the check we wrote for the new birchbark canoes hasn’t cleared yet. Neither has Mario’s last food shipment. There isn’t enough to cover it all, Doug. I can’t ask my parents again—I just can’t.”
“Okay, breathe,” Doug said, placing his hands on her shoulders. He took a deep breath, hoping she would follow suit. When she didn’t, he continued. “We have checks coming today, don’t we? Ed and Larry picked up the final checks at the drop-off site, right? I’ll take them to the bank first thing tomorrow morning and deposit them. Nothing’s going to bounce. Honey, you have to stop stressing out. It’s all going to be okay. Alright?”
Reluctantly, Liz nodded, though the worry still lingered in her eyes. “Yeah,” she said, finally exhaling for the first time since he’d walked in. “Yeah, you’re right. It’s just… this is it, Doug. Mom and Dad said if I don’t turn a profit this year, they’re selling to that development company. I can’t lose this. This camp means everything to me. I want our kids to come here, to experience what we did, what these kids are going to—”
“I know, Liz,” Doug interrupted gently, his voice steady. “I know. And they will. But you have to relax and enjoy this summer, not sit in here stressing over the bills. If you don’t, you’ll miss out on exactly what you want our kids to experience.” He placed a hand on her still-flat belly, a silent reminder of the life growing inside her.
Liz covered his hand with hers, a small but genuine smile breaking through her anxiety. “Yeah,” she said, her grin widening. Doug leaned in and kissed her, then pulled her to her feet.
“Let’s go greet our campers,” he said, his voice warm with encouragement. Hand in hand, they walked out the door, ready to face the summer together.
——~*~——-
An hour later, the campsite was alive with the vibrant energy of summer. The air buzzed with the laughter and chatter of children, the excited farewells of parents, and the bustling activity of counselors organizing their groups. Summer had officially begun. Buses lined the entrance, their doors swinging open to release waves of eager campers, while cars pulled up one by one, adding to the growing crowd. Among the arrivals, one vehicle in particular stood out—a sleek town car that Liz couldn’t have missed even if she’d tried.
The Governor of New Hampshire, Jed Bartlet, stepped out, his presence immediately drawing attention. Though he wasn’t there in any official capacity, the crowd around him quickly turned his arrival into a mini political event. Such was the burden of being a public figure. The driver opened the door for two young girls, who hopped out with the kind of energy only children possess.
“Liz!” Zoey, the younger of the two, squealed, sprinting toward her older sister. At nine years old, Zoey was a bundle of excitement, her enthusiasm infectious as she threw herself into Liz’s arms. Ellie, fourteen and already carrying the weight of teenage indifference, trailed behind, dragging her backpack and duffle bag with a practiced air of nonchalance.
“Hi, Zoey! Excited?” Liz asked, grinning as the younger girl nodded vigorously. Excited didn’t even begin to cover it.
“Hi, Elle. How’s it going?” Liz turned to her other sister, her tone warm but cautious.
“Fine,” Ellie replied with a shrug. “I’d rather be with Mom at the hospital this summer, but Dad wouldn’t let me. At least I’m a CIT this year.”
“Well, I’m glad you’re here,” Liz said, pulling Ellie into a hug. The teenager squirmed, trying to wriggle free, and Liz laughed. Apparently, Ellie was too old for hugs now.
“Elizabeth,” her father called as he finally extricated himself from the crowd of well-wishers. Jed Bartlet, former Congressman and two-term Governor, was nothing if not gracious with his constituents. Disappointing them, he often said, was political suicide. He hugged Liz warmly, then took a moment to survey the bustling campsite. “It’s a good crowd this year.”
“Yeah,” Liz replied, her voice tinged with pride. “I’m happy. You see, Dad, this community needs this camp.”
“I’m not doubting that,” Jed said, his tone measured. “I’m only concerned about the upkeep and the money needed to do so. How are the books looking?”
Liz rolled her eyes. Of course, he would bring that up. “Doug and I have everything under control, Dad,” she said, her voice firm. “You trust me, right?”
“Utterly,” Jed replied without hesitation. “Your husband, however—”
“I’m handling everything having to do with the finances,” Liz interjected. “Doug is in charge of activities.”
“Liz, who’s my counselor this year?” Zoey piped up, interrupting the adults. “You know, since I’m nine now.”
“You’re with Katie,” Liz said, smiling down at her sister.
“Yes!” Zoey exclaimed, jumping up and down. “I can see her. Can I go?”
“Don’t I get a hug goodbye?” Jed asked, feigning hurt. Zoey ran to him, wrapping her arms around his waist. He kissed her cheek, and she darted off, her excitement propelling her forward.
“What about me?” Ellie asked, her tone more subdued. “Who am I with?”
“You’re with CJ this year,” Liz replied.
“Yes,” Ellie said, a hint of a smile breaking through her teenage reserve. “At least that’s something to look forward to. Bye, Dad.” With that, she walked off, leaving Liz and Jed alone.
“No kiss, no hug,” Jed said, his voice tinged with melancholy.
“She’s fourteen, Dad,” Liz said gently. “Just give her some space. She’ll come back.”
“The problem is, it feels like I never really had her in the first place,” Jed admitted, his tone heavy with regret.
“Dad,” Liz said, placing a comforting hand on his arm. “Give her time. Elle’s not like me and Zoey.”
“Dad,” Doug called as he approached, his arm slipping loosely around Liz’s shoulders. Jed muttered something under his breath, earning a sharp glare from Liz. “Looks like we’re off to a good start this year, huh?”
“Yes,” Jed replied, his tone polite but reserved. “I was just telling Liz the same thing. So, you’re in charge of activities, huh?”
“Yep,” Doug said, his enthusiasm undampened. “I’m even setting up an end-of-summer softball match between us and Camp Sokoki across the lake.”
“Well, that should be entertaining,” Jed said, his tone neutral. “Maybe I’ll come back for that. To show my support and all.”
“Thanks, Dad,” Liz said, her smile genuine. She could see the effort her father was making to get along with Doug, and she appreciated it. Still, she couldn’t shake the worry that the news of her pregnancy might complicate things further between the two men.
“You’re welcome, honey,” Jed said, kissing her cheek before shaking Doug’s hand. With a final wave, he climbed back into his town car and drove off.
As soon as he was out of earshot, Liz turned to Doug. “Did you get the checks?”
“Yep,” Doug replied. “They’re in the office. I’ll take them to the bank first thing tomorrow morning.”
“Good,” Liz said, exhaling deeply. Her worry was temporarily masked as she waved to a passing camper. “Because I just lied to my father and told him the books looked good. And I don’t like doing that.”
Doug squeezed her shoulder reassuringly. “It’s going to be okay, Liz. We’ll figure it out.”
For now, she nodded, pushing her concerns aside. The campers were here, the summer was beginning, and she had a job to do. But deep down, the weight of it all lingered, a quiet undercurrent beneath the surface of her smile.
—-~*~——
“CJ! I’m with you this year!”, Elle called out, her voice brimming with excitement as she spotted her favorite counselor. Without hesitation, she let CJ pull her into a tight hug.
“I heard,” CJ said with a warm smile, stroking Elle’s hair affectionately. “How’s school going?”
“Good—all A’s,” Elle boasted proudly, her chest puffing out a little. CJ had been Elle’s camp counselor the previous summer, and the teenager was completely enamored with her. Not only was CJ the prettiest counselor at camp, but she was also dating the most handsome one, John Hoynes. This had sparked endless teenage gossip among the girls in Elle’s cabin last year, and Elle had eagerly soaked up every detail.
John, a senior at Harvard, had met CJ during a summer class at Berkeley two years ago. Both were taking extra courses—John to get ahead, and CJ to manage her double major. They’d hit it off instantly, and what some might have dismissed as a summer fling had turned into something more. Even after John returned to Connecticut, they’d kept in touch, their connection growing stronger. The following summer, John had convinced CJ to join him as a counselor at the camp, and they’d been inseparable ever since. This year was no different—they were back together, their relationship as vibrant as ever.
“How’s John?” Elle asked, her tone casual but her eyes gleaming with curiosity. She was hoping for a glimpse into their relationship, something to fuel the campfire gossip later.
“Never mind that,” CJ said with a playful grin, deftly sidestepping the question. “It’s time for you to start your official CIT duties. Let’s get everyone together and head to the cabin.” She handed Elle a whistle, her eyes sparkling with encouragement.
Elle blew the whistle loudly, the sound cutting through the chatter. “Girls ages six through eight in CJ’s group, let’s move!” she called out, her voice surprisingly authoritative for a fourteen-year-old.
“I’ll lead; you follow,” CJ instructed, taking charge as they began their trek to the cabin. Along the way, they passed John, who flashed CJ a flirtatious smile. CJ returned it with a wide grin of her own, her steps light as she led the group down the path. The girls trailed behind, their bags slung over their shoulders, chattering excitedly about the summer ahead.
This year, they were assigned to the purple cabin—a cozy space with ten beds arranged in five bunk beds for the campers. Off to the side was a separate room with a full bed for CJ and a twin bed for Elle. As they entered, Elle felt a surge of pride. CJ had drawn their names in bright colors on the blackboard outside the door, surrounded by a cheerful sun and flowers. The sign read: ‘CJ and Elle’s Purple Blossoms.’
Inside, CJ assigned bunks to each of the girls, her tone firm but kind. While the campers unpacked, she showed Elle their private quarters.
“Wow, this is so cool,” Elle said, her eyes wide as she took in the purple curtains and decorations CJ had put up. “You did this for us?”
“Yeah, well, we’re all girls at heart,” CJ replied with a wink. “This is your bed, and you can put your stuff in this closet. Come on, let’s get everyone settled and into their shirts. We need to head up to the meeting hall after we stop for bathroom breaks.”
With the girls all settled and dressed in their camp shirts, CJ and Elle led the group to the meeting hall. The atmosphere was buzzing with energy as campers from all the cabins gathered, their voices blending into a cheerful hum.
Meanwhile, Zoey had settled into the yellow cabin with her counselor, Katie, and the CIT, Donna, a seventeen-year-old with aspirations of becoming a full-fledged counselor next year. Zoey was already making friends, her enthusiasm infectious as she chattered with the other girls.
In the meeting hall, the campers filled the space, sitting at their designated tables while counselors handed out snacks. The room was alive with laughter and chatter, the air thick with anticipation. Everyone was waiting for Doug and Liz to make their entrance, signaling the official start of the summer camp season.
As Elle looked around the room, she felt a sense of belonging. This was her place, her summer home. And with CJ by her side, she knew it was going to be a summer to remember.
——-~*~——-
After all the campers had gathered in the meeting hall, the room buzzing with excitement, Liz and Doug made their grand entrance. The moment they stepped through the doors, the crowd erupted into cheers, the sound echoing off the wooden beams of the hall.
“How are you doing today?” Liz called out, her voice warm and inviting.
The kids responded with a deafening cheer, their enthusiasm palpable.
“I don’t think we heard anything, Liz,” Doug teased, cupping a hand to his ear. “It sounded like a whisper.” The kids giggled, their laughter filling the room. “Let’s try that again. How are you doing today?!”
This time, the children shouted even louder, their voices rising in unison. Doug clapped his hands, grinning from ear to ear. “Oh, there they are! Well, Liz and I want to welcome you to the best summer camp ever!”
“Yay!” the campers cheered, their excitement reaching a fever pitch.
“Now, are you ready for some summer fun?” Liz asked, her eyes sparkling as she scanned the room.
“Yes!” everyone responded, their voices ringing out in unison.
“And where is that summer fun?” Doug prompted, his tone playful.
“At Camp Awasiwi Odanack!” the kids yelled, their voices strong and proud.
“I can’t hear you?” Liz teased, pretending to strain her ears.
“At Camp Awasiwi Odanack!” the campers shouted even louder, their voices shaking the rafters.
With the energy in the room at its peak, Liz moved on to a few brief announcements, her voice clear and confident. She reminded everyone of the camp rules, the schedule for the day, and the importance of teamwork and kindness. The kids listened attentively, their eyes wide with anticipation.
Finally, it was time for the camp song. Liz and Doug stood at the front of the room, and the campers rose to their feet, their faces glowing with excitement. Doug pressed play on the stereo, and the familiar melody of This Land Is Your Land filled the air.
As the music played, the campers began to sing, their voices blending together in perfect harmony. Liz and Doug led the way, their voices strong and clear, as the kids followed along, swaying to the rhythm. The lyrics of the camp song, adapted to fit the spirit of Camp Awasiwi Odanack, echoed through the hall, a celebration of friendship, adventure, and the magic of summer.
When morning light paints the pine trees gold,
We rise with hope and hearts so bold.
Trails and streams, our spirits set free,
In nature’s embrace, we’re meant to be.
Camp Awasiwi Odanack, our home in the wild,
Where every laugh and song makes every heart a child.
Under New Hampshire skies, so vast and bright,
We share our dreams around the firelight.
The room was alive with joy, the campers’ voices rising together in a chorus of unity and excitement. For Liz and Doug, it was a moment of pure satisfaction—a reminder of why they worked so hard to keep this place alive. For the kids, it was the start of an unforgettable summer, a season of memories waiting to be made.
As the final notes of the song faded, the room erupted into applause and cheers. Liz and Doug exchanged a smile, their hearts full. Summer had officially begun at Camp Awasiwi Odanack, and it was going to be one for the books.
“Great job, everyone!” Liz called out, her voice brimming with pride as the campers cheered and clapped. “Have an awesome summer!”
The room buzzed with energy as the kids began to file out of the meeting hall, their faces glowing with excitement. As CJ led her group toward the door, John subtly brushed his hand against her arm, a small, affectionate gesture that didn’t go unnoticed by the girls in their group. Giggles erupted instantly, and CJ shot John a playful glare, though her smile betrayed her amusement.
“Alright, come on, guys,” CJ said, her tone firm but warm as she ushered the girls along. “Let’s get moving. Katie’s group is coming with us. We’ve got lanyards to make!”
The girls chattered excitedly as they followed CJ to the arts and I crafts cabin, their imaginations already running wild with ideas for their creations. The cabin was a cozy space, filled with colorful supplies, from beads and strings to paints and brushes. The smell of fresh paper and glue filled the air, and the girls eagerly took their seats at the long tables, their eyes wide with anticipation.
CJ stood at the front of the room, holding up a sample lanyard she’d made earlier. “Okay, everyone, today we’re making lanyards,” she announced, her voice cheerful. “You can use them to hold your keys, your camp ID, or just as a fun accessory. The possibilities are endless!”
She passed out supplies, making sure each camper had a variety of colorful beads and strings to work with. Elle, as the CIT, helped distribute materials, her chest swelling with pride as she took on her new role.
“Remember, there’s no right or wrong way to do this,” CJ said, walking around the room to offer guidance. “Just let your creativity flow. And if you need help, raise your hand, and Katie, Donna, Elle or myself will come over.”
The girls got to work, their fingers busy threading beads onto strings, their faces scrunched in concentration. The room was filled with the soft clinking of beads and the occasional burst of laughter as the campers shared jokes and stories.
CJ moved from table to table, offering encouragement and helping the younger girls with tricky knots. Elle followed close behind, her confidence growing as she assisted her fellow campers.
“This is so fun!” Zoey exclaimed, holding up her half-finished lanyard, a rainbow of beads glinting in the sunlight streaming through the windows.
“It looks amazing, Zoey,” CJ said, giving her a thumbs-up. “Keep going!”
As the girls worked, CJ couldn’t help but glance out the window, where she spotted John leading his group of campers toward the lake for a canoeing lesson. He caught her eye and flashed her a quick smile, and CJ felt her cheeks warm. She quickly turned her attention back to the girls, though the smile lingered on her lips.
By the end of the session, the campers proudly held up their finished lanyards, each one unique and bursting with personality. CJ gathered them all for a group photo, the girls beaming as they showed off their creations.
“Great job, everyone!” CJ said, clapping her hands. “These look fantastic. Now, let’s clean up and get ready for our next activity. Who’s excited for lunch?”
The girls cheered, their energy undimmed as they helped tidy up the cabin. As they filed out, chattering about what was next on the schedule, CJ felt a swell of satisfaction. This was what camp was all about—creativity, camaraderie, and the joy of making something with your own hands.
And as she glanced out the window once more, catching a glimpse of John laughing with his campers by the lake, she couldn’t help but think that this summer was going to be one of the best yet.
-——~*~——-
Later that evening, after CJ had settled the girls into their bunks and the cabin was quiet, she and Elle sat in their small adjoining room, the soft glow of a bedside lamp casting a warm light. CJ had brought a bottle of purple nail polish from California, and the two of them were painting their toenails, the faint scent of polish lingering in the air.
“I wish I could go to California,” Elle said, her voice wistful as she carefully applied the polish to her toes.
“I’m sure you’ll make it there someday,” CJ replied with a smile. “And when you do, you’ll have a blast. Sunshine, endless beaches, and who knows? You might even spot a celebrity or two.”
“That sounds amazing,” Elle said, her eyes lighting up at the thought. She paused, her brush hovering over her toes, and then asked, “CJ? Do you and John kiss?”
CJ blinked, caught off guard by the question, but she quickly recovered. “Yes,” she said, her tone matter-of-fact. “He is my boyfriend, after all. Why do you ask?”
“Well, a guy at my school kissed me once, but I didn’t like it,” Elle admitted, her nose wrinkling in distaste. “It was too wet.”
CJ stifled a laugh, careful not to disturb the sleeping girls in the next room. “Well, it gets better,” she said gently. “Especially when you really like the boy.”
Elle sighed, leaning back against her bed. “My mom and dad don’t talk to me about this kind of stuff,” she said quietly. “And Liz is married now. I hardly see her anymore.”
CJ nodded, her expression softening. “People grow up, and parents—especially yours—are very busy people. But if you want to talk to them about anything, you should ask. I’m a hundred percent sure they’ll make the time for you.”
“Liz too?” Elle asked, her voice tinged with hope.
“Liz too,” CJ confirmed.
Elle laid back on her bed, her freshly painted toes pointed upward to let the polish dry. She mirrored CJ’s relaxed posture, her gaze fixed on the ceiling. After a moment of comfortable silence, Elle spoke again.
“CJ?”
“Mmm?”
“What’s it like to be in love?”
CJ smiled, her eyes drifting to the ceiling as she thought about her answer. “Well, your stomach gets all in knots,” she said. “Or some people say they get butterflies whenever they’re around that person.”
“Butterflies?” Elle asked, her brow furrowing.
“Yeah,” CJ said, nodding. “Okay, you know how on Christmas Eve, when you go to bed but you can’t sleep because you’re so excited about waking up on Christmas morning and opening all your presents?”
“Yes,” Elle said, her face lighting up with recognition.
“That’s how it feels,” CJ said. “Like that excitement, but all the time.”
“All the time?” Elle asked, her eyes wide.
“Pretty much,” CJ replied with a laugh.
“Wow, that’s cool,” Elle said, a dreamy smile spreading across her face. “I wanna fall in love.”
“I’m sure you will someday,” CJ said, her voice warm and reassuring.
Elle was quiet for a moment, her toes still pointed upward as she thought. Then, hesitantly, she asked, “CJ?”
“Yes?”
“Do you and John… do it?”
CJ froze, her eyes widening slightly. “Elle,” she said, her tone firm but gentle.
“Yes?” Elle replied innocently.
“That’s enough for tonight,” CJ said, sitting up and reaching over to turn off the lamp. The room was plunged into darkness, save for the faint moonlight filtering through the curtains. “Good night, Elle.”
“Good night, CJ,” Elle said, her voice soft as she settled under her blanket.
CJ lay back on her bed, a small smile playing on her lips. Elle’s curiosity was endearing, but some topics were best left for another time—or, perhaps, for her parents to handle. As the cabin grew quiet and the sounds of the night filled the air, CJ closed her eyes, grateful for the bond she was building with Elle and the memories they were creating together. Summer had only just begun, and there was so much more to come.
——~*~——
Early the next morning, just as the first light of dawn began to creep over the horizon, Elle stirred awake. The cabin was still and quiet, the other girls deep in their dreams. But a faint noise outside caught her attention—muffled voices, soft laughter, and the rustle of leaves. Curiosity piqued, Elle slipped out of bed, careful not to make a sound.
She glanced over at CJ’s bed and noticed it was empty. Her counselor was nowhere to be seen. Tiptoeing to the window, Elle peered outside, her eyes widening as she spotted CJ and John standing near the bushes in front of the cabin. They were locked in an embrace, their voices low and intimate.
“God, John!” CJ exclaimed, her voice a mix of amusement and exasperation as he nibbled on her neck. “Stop,” she said playfully, though she made no real effort to pull away. “You’re going to leave a mark, and the girls will notice.”
“So what?” John replied, his voice teasing. “I’m dying without you.”
“Somehow I think you’ll live,” CJ shot back, her tone dry but affectionate. She pulled away slightly, only for him to kiss her deeply, leaving her breathless. “I have to go,” she said finally, her voice soft but firm.
“Fine,” John said, his tone mock-resigned. “But come back tonight. I want to spend the night with you again.”
“We have eight weeks,” CJ reminded him, her hands resting on his chest. “Besides, I can’t keep leaving the girls with Elle. What if an emergency happens? Then I’ll get fired.”
“So I’ll quit,” John said with a grin, pulling her closer. “And we can shack up for the rest of the summer.”
“You’re not being serious,” CJ said, rolling her eyes but smiling despite herself. She took a step back, putting a little distance between them. “Besides, I like this job. I know I initially applied just to be with you so my father wouldn’t die of a heart attack if he ever found out his innocent little girl was fucking her brains out every chance she got with the hottest man on the planet” She paused, her lips curving into a sly smile.
“Hottest man on the planet?” John questioned, his grin widening as he pulled her back by the waist. “Damn, woman, how can you say stuff like that and expect me to not want you to come over every night?”
CJ laughed softly, her hands resting on his shoulders as he kissed her again. But just as the moment deepened, the sound of footsteps approaching made them freeze. They ducked behind the bushes, stifling their laughter as Doug jogged past, completely oblivious to their presence.
Once Doug was out of sight, CJ and John emerged from their hiding spot, their laughter bubbling up again. CJ kissed John one last time, her touch lingering before she finally pulled away. “I really have to go,” she whispered.
“Tonight,” John said, his voice low and full of promise.
CJ nodded, her smile lingering as she slipped back toward the cabin. Elle, who had been watching the entire scene unfold, quickly scrambled back into bed, pulling the covers up just as CJ quietly opened the door and tiptoed back into the room.
CJ climbed into her bed, her movements careful and deliberate to avoid waking anyone. Elle lay still, her heart racing as she replayed what she’d just witnessed. A knowing grin spread across her face as she closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep.
'Yeah, they’re definitely doing it!', Elle thought, her teenage mind buzzing with the thrill of her discovery. She couldn’t wait to tell the other girls—well, maybe not all the details, but enough to keep the campfire gossip alive.
As the cabin remained quiet and the first rays of sunlight filtered through the windows, Elle drifted back to sleep, her dreams filled with the excitement of summer, young love, and the secrets she now carried.
——~*~——
Several weeks had passed, and Liz was growing increasingly frantic. The camp’s financial situation had reached a breaking point. She had just gotten off the phone with the bank, who had delivered the grim news: if she didn’t clear the camp’s negative account balance by the end of the day, they would close the account and send it to collections. To make matters worse, the last ten checks she had written had all bounced.
Panicked and overwhelmed, Liz went to find Doug. She spotted him by the lake, deep in conversation with Josh, another camp counselor. Josh and Doug had attended prep school together and had remained close friends into adulthood.
“Hey, Liz,” Josh greeted her with a smile as she approached. “The kids are having a blast in those new canoes.”
Liz forced a smile and nodded politely, though her mind was elsewhere.
“Hey, honey,” Doug said, looking up. His cheerful expression faltered when he saw the distress on her face.
“Hey, can you come with me?” Liz asked, her tone tight. She turned to Josh. “See ya later, Josh.”
“Bye, guys,” Josh said, waving as Liz and Doug walked away.
As they moved out of earshot, Doug’s concern grew. “What’s wrong? Is everything okay with the baby?”
“Yes, everything’s fine with the baby,” Liz snapped, her frustration bubbling over. Once they were far enough from the lake, she stopped and turned to face him. “Doug, I just got off the phone with the bank. They said if we don’t clear the negative balance by the end of the day, they’re closing our account and sending it to collections. The last ten checks I wrote bounced. We have no money for food, Doug. No money to pay the staff. We have over a hundred kids here and almost no food!”
Doug’s face paled as the gravity of the situation sank in. “Shit,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair.
“What?” Liz asked, her voice sharp.
“The checks,” Doug said, his voice heavy with guilt. “I forgot to go to the bank.”
Liz stared at him, her eyes wide with disbelief. “Doug, please tell me you’re kidding right now.”
“No,” Doug admitted, his shoulders slumping. “I’m so sorry. I put them up, and I just forgot. I’ll take them right now.”
“But the bank won’t take checks!” Liz exclaimed, her voice rising. “They want cash or a cash transfer to clear the balance today. Luckily, they know my dad, so they aren’t sending the police to cart me away for check fraud!” She flopped onto the couch, burying her face in her hands as tears streamed down her cheeks. “We don’t have enough in our account to cover the balance owed, plus all the check return fees. And I can’t call my father. He’ll just use it as an opportunity to prove that he was right.”
Doug sat beside her, draping an arm around her shoulders in an attempt to soothe her. “What about your mom?” he asked gently.
Liz looked up, her eyes red and swollen. “What?”
“We call Abby,” Doug suggested.
“No,” Liz said firmly, shaking her head. “I will not call my mother.”
“Liz, if we don’t get this resolved today, we’re screwed,” Doug said, his tone urgent.
“We wouldn’t be screwed if you had cashed the damn checks like you promised!” Liz shot back, her voice trembling with anger and frustration.
“But we’re here now,” Doug said, his voice calm but firm. “So we’ll deal with it. If you don’t want to go to your dad, ask your mom. I’ll call her.”
Liz hesitated, her pride warring with her desperation. Finally, she relented. “No. I’ll do it.”
Doug sat beside her as she dialed her mother’s office number. The receptionist patched her through immediately.
“Honey, how’s camp going?” Abby’s voice was warm but distracted. Liz could hear the faint clatter of a keyboard in the background. “Elle and Zoey aren’t any trouble, are they?”
“No, Mom, they’re good. Having a blast,” Liz said, her voice shaky.
“Okay, so what’s going on?” Abby asked, her tone shifting to one of concern. “Are you feeling okay?”
“Yeah, Mom… I need your help,” Liz admitted, her voice breaking. She explained the situation, her words tumbling out in a rush. When she mentioned the amount—45,000—Abby’s typing stopped abruptly.
“Forty-five thousand dollars?!” Abby exclaimed, her voice rising. “Elizabeth!” There was a pause, and Liz could picture her mother standing up from her desk, her expression a mix of shock and anger. “And let me guess—you came to me so that your father wouldn’t know.”
“Yes,” Liz whispered, her voice barely audible. “Mom, can you help us, please?”
“I need to call Jed,” Abby said firmly.
“Mom, no. Please don’t call Daddy. Please,” Liz begged, her voice cracking. “Doug and I have about fifteen thousand, but we were saving it for the baby,” she blurted out in a moment of panic.
“You’re pregnant?!” Abby’s voice was a mix of shock and indignation. “And exactly when were you going to tell us? I cannot believe you right now!”
“Mommy, please,” Liz cried into the phone, her tears flowing freely. “We have checks from the parents here, but the bank wants cash or a cash transfer to clear the balance. Then we can cash the checks.”
Abby was silent for a long moment, and Liz could almost hear her mother weighing the situation. Finally, Abby spoke. “Give me the account number for the camp.”
Relief flooded through Liz as she quickly provided the number, thanking her mother repeatedly. “I’ll pay you back, Mom. I promise. Once these checks are cashed, there will be plenty to—”
“Stop it!” Abby interrupted, her voice sharp. “I’ll send the money, Elizabeth, but don’t you ever do this to me again. Do you understand?”
“Yes, yes. Thank you,” Liz said, her voice trembling.
“And I’m telling your father,” Abby said firmly. “I do not lie to him. Ever.”
“I’m sorry,” Liz whispered.
“Give Elle and Zoey my love,” Abby said, her tone softening slightly. “And I love you too.” With that, she hung up the phone.
Liz turned to Doug, her face streaked with tears, and buried her face in his chest. “I’m sorry, baby,” Doug said, holding her tightly. “This is all my fault.”
“She’s sending the money now,” Liz said, her voice muffled against his shirt. “But she’s telling my dad.”
Doug sighed, his arms tightening around her. “We’ll figure it out,” he said softly. “We always do.”
But as Liz clung to him, the weight of their situation pressed down on her. The summer that had started with so much promise now felt like it was teetering on the edge of disaster. And with her father about to find out, she knew the storm was far from over.
—-~*~—-
With the checks cleared and the money graciously repaid to her mother, the camp was back in full swing. The financial crisis had been averted—for now—but the impending storm known as "Daddy" had yet to surface. Parents' weekend was just around the corner, and Liz knew her father would have plenty to say about the camp’s recent troubles. Still, she tried not to dwell on the inevitable. Today marked three months of her pregnancy, and that, in her mind, was cause for celebration.
Doug, after the recent financial debacle, had taken a back seat to all things money-related, including taking checks to the bank—a task Liz now handled herself without complaint. Instead, Doug threw himself into organizing activities for the campers. Nature hikes, swimming, archery, and even a dance class taught by a local instructor filled the schedule. He was particularly excited about the upcoming talent showcase and the camp-versus-camp softball game during parents' weekend.
In the dance studio, CJ’s group of 6- to 8-year-olds, along with Carol’s group, were practicing their routine for the talent showcase. The girls twirled and giggled as the local dance instructor guided them through the steps. CJ, Carol, and their CITs stood at the back of the room, learning the moves themselves so they could help the girls practice later.
Outside the studio, John’s team of 12- to 13-year-old boys passed by, their laughter echoing through the hallway. One of the boys whistled, earning a sharp reprimand from John.
“Hey, knock it off. Show some respect,” John said, his tone firm but not unkind. “Keep walking, guys, and wait for me by the archery range. And don’t touch those arrows until I get there.”
As the boys shuffled off, John lingered, offering an apologetic smile to CJ, who had stepped outside to see what the commotion was about.
“Sorry about those knuckleheads,” John said, rubbing the back of his neck. “Puberty, you know.”
“Yeah, but still, these are little girls,” CJ replied, crossing her arms.
“I’ll talk to them again later.”
“Archery, huh?”
“Yeah,” John said, his tone lightening. “David’s a natural. Doug’s going to let him shoot an arrow with fire on it.”
“Fire?” CJ raised an eyebrow. “Do you think that’s wise? I wouldn’t give my teenage brother a bow with a flaming arrow for all the tea in England.”
John laughed. “Yeah, it’ll be fine. I’ll be right on hand with my extinguisher.”
Before CJ could respond, Crystal, another counselor, walked by. Crystal was stunning—a beautiful blonde with curves in all the right places, a fact that didn’t go unnoticed by John. She batted her eyelashes at him, her smile flirtatious.
“Hi, John,” Crystal said, her voice sweet.
“Oh, hey, Crystal. What are you guys up to?” John asked, his tone friendly.
“My girls are singing in the showcase,” Crystal replied, her gaze lingering on him. “So we’re going to rehearse now.”
“Nice,” John said, nodding. “I’ll catch you later.”
“Then I promise to let myself get caught,” Crystal said with a wink before sauntering off, completely ignoring CJ.
John turned back to CJ, only to find her expression unamused.
“I can’t believe you,” CJ said, her voice tight.
“Ceejay—” John started, but CJ cut him off, turning on her heel and walking back into the studio without another word.
John sighed, running a hand through his hair. He knew he’d messed up, but he wasn’t sure how to fix it. For now, he headed to the archery range, his mind still on CJ and the icy glare she’d shot him.
Back in the studio, CJ tried to focus on the girls’ practice, but her thoughts kept drifting to John and Crystal’s exchange. She shook her head, pushing the distraction aside. There were more important things to worry about—like making sure the girls nailed their routine for parents' weekend.
As the camp buzzed with activity, the tension between CJ and John simmered beneath the surface. Meanwhile, Liz and Doug worked tirelessly to keep everything running smoothly, their partnership stronger than ever despite the challenges they’d faced.
Parents' weekend loomed on the horizon, promising both excitement and drama. But for now, the camp was alive with the sounds of laughter, music, and the occasional whistle from a teenage boy who didn’t know any better. Summer was in full swing, and there was no time to waste.
——~*~—-
That night, CJ stayed in her cabin, her mind still churning with frustration over John. Elle returned from her shower just as CJ was changing into her pajamas. CJ’s mood had been sullen since the incident that afternoon, and even the campers had noticed. She’d snapped at one of the girls who got gum stuck in her hair—something completely out of character for the usually cool and collected counselor. Everyone wanted to be in CJ’s group, and her uncharacteristic irritability had left the girls whispering among themselves.
“Everything okay, CJ?” Elle asked, her voice tentative as she towel-dried her hair.
“Yes, it’s just been a long day,” CJ replied, her tone clipped. She climbed into her bed, turning her back to Elle. “Turn out the light when you’re done.”
“Okay,” Elle said softly. “Good night.”
“Good night,” CJ mumbled, her voice muffled by the pillow. She tried to push down the swirl of emotions that had been gnawing at her since the afternoon, but sleep didn’t come easily.
An hour later, CJ was startled awake by a faint tapping noise at her window. She sat up, her heart racing, and glanced outside. There, standing in the moonlight, was John. He’d been tossing pebbles at her window, trying to get her attention.
CJ hesitated, then carefully and quietly slipped out of bed, making sure not to wake Elle. She stepped outside, closing the cabin door softly behind her.
“What are you doing here?” CJ asked, her voice low but sharp.
“I wanted to talk to you about earlier,” John said, his tone earnest. “I’m sorry. It wasn’t what you thought.”
“So you weren’t eye-fucking her right in front of me?” CJ shot back, her voice rising slightly before she caught herself and lowered it again. “Christ, John, everything we’ve been through—two years together! The distance, the stolen moments, few and far in between. All we have is the summer. If you want out, just let me know. Then you can screw Crystal or anyone else you want to.”
“I don’t want that,” John said, stepping closer. “Yes, she’s pretty, but I chose you because I love you. Someone like Crystal isn’t who I want or want to be with.”
They stood in silence for a moment, the distance between them palpable. Unbeknownst to them, Elle had woken up and was now peeking out the window, her heart aching for CJ. How could John not see what he had? CJ was amazing—kind, funny, and the coolest counselor at camp. Crystal might be beautiful, but she was mean. The campers talked, and no one wanted to be in her group except the teenage boys who ogled her.
“Can we take a walk?” John asked, breaking the silence.
“No, I’m tired,” CJ replied, crossing her arms.
“Please, CJ,” John said, his voice soft but insistent. “Just for a moment.”
CJ hesitated, then nodded. The two walked toward the lake, their footsteps quiet on the dirt path. Elle watched from the window, her curiosity piqued. As they sat by the lake, she observed John put his arm around CJ’s shoulders and lean in for a kiss. But then, something happened— CJ’s head jerked back suddenly, but Elle couldn’t see what John’s other hand was doing to cause that reaction. The scene left her puzzled and a little unsettled.
Elle climbed back into bed, her mind racing. She’d seen her parents kiss and argue before, and logically, she knew they did it, but they were her parents, and that was just… gross. Still, the scene between CJ and John replayed in her mind as she lay there, trying to make sense of it all. Eventually, exhaustion took over, and she drifted off to sleep.
When Elle woke the next morning, CJ was back in her bed, her breathing steady and deep. The cabin was quiet, the other girls still asleep. Elle lay there for a moment, staring at the ceiling, the events of the previous night lingering in her mind. She didn’t fully understand what had happened, but she knew one thing for sure: CJ deserved better. And if John couldn’t see that, then maybe he didn’t deserve her at all.
—-~*~—-
Parents' weekend had finally arrived, and the camp was buzzing with excitement. After a month away from their families, the campers were eager to show off their summer home and introduce their parents to the counselors and friends they’d made. The younger kids, especially the five- and six-year-olds, ran to their parents, some crying with joy as they were swept into hugs. Others proudly led their families around camp, pointing out their favorite spots and sharing stories of their adventures.
Jed and Abby Bartlet arrived, greeted by an exuberant Zoey, who threw herself into her mother’s arms. Elle trailed behind, more reserved but still accepting a kiss from her mother. Abby had warned Jed that Elle’s withdrawal from him was just a phase, but it didn’t make it any easier for him to accept. His face lit up, however, when Elle’s excitement grew at the sight of CJ. Elle enthusiastically called CJ over to meet her parents.
“Mr. and Mrs. Bartlet,” CJ said, shaking their hands with a warm smile. “Nice to see you again.”
“Nice to see you too, CJ,” Jed said, his tone jovial. “How’s school going?”
“Great, sir,” CJ replied. “I’m entering my junior year now. And yes, still a double major.”
“That’s wonderful, CJ,” Abby said, her smile genuine. “Keep it up.”
“Yes, ma’am,” CJ said with a nod.
“Did I tell you CJ is going to be running for office someday?” Jed said, turning to his wife with a proud grin. “She’s got the zeal to lead, to make change happen.”
“Oh, Jed, leave the girl alone,” Abby said, rolling her eyes playfully. “He’s always trying to recruit people into public service. Politics, it flows through his veins like air in his lungs.”
CJ laughed. “Well, it’s less about public service and more about polling and PR for me.”
“How’s Elle doing?” Abby asked, deftly changing the subject. Jed could talk about politics all day if you let him.
“Great!” CJ said, her tone bright. “She’s really grown and loves taking on tasks in her new role as a Counselor In Training. She’s very inquisitive—full of questions and ideas.”
“And Zoey?” Abby asked, glancing down at her younger daughter, who was beaming up at CJ.
“Well, she’s not in my group, but from what I see, she’s been great too,” CJ said, smiling at Zoey.
Just then, another camper called out CJ’s name, and she held up a finger to signal she’d be right there. “Well, I have to go meet another parent,” she said, turning back to the Bartlets. “It was really nice seeing you again.”
“Great seeing you, CJ,” they replied in unison.
As CJ walked away, Abby turned to her daughters. “Well, she was lovely,” she said.
“She is, Mom. CJ is the best counselor here,” Elle enthused, her face lighting up.
“And she has the cutest boyfriend, John,” Zoey teased, rubbing her arms around herself and making exaggerated kissing noises. “He goes to Harvard, and they’re in love!”
“Stop that,” Abby said, gently pulling Zoey’s arms down.
“What’s this now?” Jed asked, his eyebrows rising.
“Shut up, Zoey! You don’t know anything!” Elle snapped, her face flushing red.
“I do too! You told me you saw them kissing outside!” Zoey exclaimed, her voice carrying farther than she realized. CJ, who was still within earshot, froze for a moment, her expression tightening. Elle’s face turned crimson as she caught CJ’s eye.
“I said shut up!” Elle shouted, drawing the attention of nearby families. In a fit of anger, she pushed Zoey to the ground, making her younger sister cry.
“Hey!” Jed grabbed Elle by the arms, his voice sharp. “You don’t push your sister like that!”
“What’s going on over here?” Liz asked, rushing over to her family, her face a mix of concern and frustration.
“Let go of me!” Elle shouted, struggling against her father’s grip. With the stares of other families burning into him, Jed reluctantly released Elle, who immediately sprinted off toward her cabin.
“Mom? Dad?” Liz asked, looking between her parents as Abby helped Zoey up, brushing off her shorts and wiping her tears.
“What kind of camp are you running, Elizabeth?” Jed demanded, his voice rising. “Counselors groping each other around the kids?”
“Dad, please lower your voice,” Liz said, her tone firm but calm. “I assure you, nothing like that is happening.”
“Then why did Zoey just tell us that Elle witnessed two counselors kissing?” Jed shot back.
“Can we talk about this in my office? Please?” Liz pleaded, turning to her mother for support.
“No, I’m going for a walk,” Jed said abruptly, storming off before Liz could respond. “I’ll talk to you later.”
“Mom?” Liz asked, her voice tinged with desperation.
“I’m going to take Zoey and get her cleaned up,” Abby said, her tone soothing but firm. She gave Liz a reassuring look before leading Zoey away.
“I’ll talk to Elle,” CJ offered, stepping forward. After all, she was at the center of the conflict.
Liz nodded, her expression grateful but weary. “Thank you, CJ but when you’re done I need to see you and John in my office please.”
As CJ headed toward the cabin to find Elle, the weight of the situation hung heavy in the air. Parents' weekend was supposed to be a celebration, but for the Bartlets, it had turned into something far more complicated. And for CJ, the fallout from Elle’s outburst was just beginning.
As CJ walked into the cabin, she heard muffled cries coming from the adjoining room. She paused for a moment, taking a deep breath before cautiously entering. There, she found Elle curled up on her bed, her face buried in her pillow, her shoulders shaking with sobs.
“Elle,” CJ said, her voice firm but not unkind. “I’d like for you to sit up and talk to me right now.”
The girl hesitated, then slowly moved to an upright position, her back against the wall, her eyes red and swollen from crying.
CJ sat down on the edge of the bed, her expression serious. “There was a lot said back there with your parents and sister,” she began, her tone measured. “I’m going to ask you a question, and I don’t want you to lie to me. Do you understand?”
Elle nodded, her gaze fixed on her hands, which were twisting nervously in her lap.
“Have you seen me with John? Not during the day, but at night?” CJ asked, her eyes searching Elle’s face.
Elle nodded again, her voice barely a whisper. “Yes.”
“When?” CJ pressed.
“I don’t remember,” Elle mumbled, her head hanging low.
“Elle, don’t lie to me,” CJ said, her tone strong but not harsh.
“The first night we came,” Elle admitted, her voice trembling. “I heard you and John outside, kissing and talking.”
“So you were pretending to be asleep,” CJ said, her tone flat.
Elle nodded, her face flushed with shame.
“When else?” CJ asked, her patience wearing thin.
“Another night,” Elle whispered. “When you left to go to his cabin. I… I looked through his window.”
CJ’s stomach dropped. Elle had not only seen her and John together but had witnessed something far more intimate. Her face flushed with a mix of anger and embarrassment. “Any other times?” she asked, her voice tight.
Elle nodded again, her tears flowing freely.
“When?” CJ demanded, her voice rising slightly.
“The night you got in a fight,” Elle said, her voice barely audible. “When John threw pebbles at the window. I watched you go to the beach.”
CJ’s heart sank. That night on the beach with John. They were making up. At one point, John had his hand down her pants and that night under the stars she saw stars. Yes it was public but it was also dark so they thought they were safe. She had crossed a line, Elle had seen it all. CJ stood up abruptly, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. “That was an incredible breach of privacy and trust, Elle!” she said, her voice shaking with anger. “How could you do something like this? And then you went behind my back, telling your little friends from last year. Do you have any idea how that makes me feel?”
Elle shook her head, her sobs growing louder. “I’m sorry, CJ. I’m so sorry. I just wanted to know what it was like, that’s all. I didn’t mean to—”
“You didn’t mean to what?” CJ interrupted, her voice sharp. “To have your sister blurt it out in front of all the parents? I can get fired for this, Elle!”
“CJ, please,” Elle begged, crawling off the bed and clinging to CJ’s waist like her life depended on it. “I’m sorry. I’ll never do it again.”
CJ’s anger began to cool as she looked down at the distraught girl. She gently pried Elle’s arms away and sat her back down on the bed, handing her a tissue. After a moment, CJ sat beside her, her tone softer but still serious.
“It’s rude to intrude on someone’s private moments like that,” CJ said, her voice calm but firm. “There’s a lot you don’t understand about adult relationships, and you shouldn’t—because you’re fourteen. Don’t be in a hurry to grow up, Elle. If you had questions, you should have asked me, your parents, or Liz.”
Elle nodded, her tears still flowing as she wiped her face with the tissue.
“If I still have my job after this,” CJ continued, her voice steady, “you can’t be my CIT anymore. I can’t trust you after this.”
Elle broke down again, her sobs echoing through the room. CJ sighed, her heart aching for the girl despite her frustration. She gently leaned in and wrapped her arms around Elle, offering what comfort she could.
“I like you, Elle,” CJ said softly. “We can still be friends, okay? And I’ll still see you a bunch because I’m going to switch with Katie.”
Elle nodded, her cries subsiding slightly as she clung to CJ.
“Why don’t you stay here for a while and relax,” CJ said, standing up. “I have to go talk to your sister. Okay?”
Elle nodded again, her face somber.
“When I’m done, I’ll come get you for the softball game,” CJ said, giving Elle’s shoulder a reassuring squeeze before leaving the room.
As CJ walked out of the cabin, she took a deep breath, steeling herself for the next difficult conversation. The day had taken a turn she hadn’t expected, but she knew she had to face it head-on—for Elle, for herself, and for the camp.
—-~*~——
CJ knocked lightly on the door to Liz’s office after the brief welcome assembly in the meeting hall. She and John had already prepared themselves for the possibility of losing their jobs. When they heard Liz’s voice call out, “Come in,” they stepped inside, their expressions somber but resolved.
“Hey, guys,” Doug said, gesturing to the chairs in front of the desk. “Take a seat.”
CJ and John sat down, their hands clasped tightly in their laps. Liz leaned forward, her expression serious but not unkind.
“So, we have a situation,” Liz began, her tone measured. “First, I need to ask—was any of what Zoey said true?”
“Yes, it was,” John spoke up, his voice steady as he responded for both of them.
Liz turned to CJ. “You talked to her?”
“Yes, I did,” CJ replied, her voice calm but tinged with regret.
“And?” Liz prompted.
“And… she saw and heard a lot more than just kissing,” CJ admitted. “We spoke, and she’s sorry about all the sneaking and lying. I did advise her that she couldn’t remain my CIT if I still had a job.”
“No, she can’t,” Liz said firmly. “My parents are furious. They sent their daughter to camp for fun and to build friendships, not to learn about the birds and the bees—or, better yet, see it.” Her tone was slightly harsh, but CJ could tell Liz was trying to remain professional.
“We are sorry all of this happened,” John said, his voice sincere. “CJ and I will remain consummate professionals until camp is over—if we’re allowed to stay.”
Liz exchanged a glance with Doug before continuing. “Doug and I have discussed it, and with half of the summer already over, it would be useless to try and hire two new counselors to replace you. Instead, you’ll receive a dock in pay for a week, and, unfortunately, you will not be invited back next year. We both really like you guys, but we have young, impressionable minds here. Seeing the type of behaviors that you two have displayed is not conducive to our mission.”
CJ nodded, her heart heavy but understanding. “I told Elle that she’ll swap out with Donna on Katie’s team, if that’s okay.”
“That’s fine,” Liz said, her tone softening slightly.
CJ took a deep breath, then added, “I would also like to say that Elle is a very curious and confused little girl. She told me that she doesn’t have anyone to talk to. Her parents are busy working, and you, Liz, left. She said she doesn’t see you that much anymore. Part of the reason she clung to me was because I talked to her. She’s fourteen. She’s having all of these feelings and questions. I admit, I was reluctant to divulge additional details when she asked me if John and I… you know do it. I felt like that was her parents’—or your—place, Liz. So when I didn’t, she went to seek it out by watching me and John.”
Liz’s expression softened further, and she nodded slowly. “Thank you, CJ. You have my word—I’ll talk to her, and I’ll tell my parents to do the same. But after today, she’s not your responsibility anymore.”
CJ nodded again, standing up as John held the door open for her. They stepped out of the office, the weight of the conversation still heavy on their shoulders.
As they walked down the path, John glanced at CJ. “You okay?” he asked quietly.
“Yeah,” CJ said, though her voice was tinged with sadness. “It’s for the best. We’ll finish out the summer, and then… we’ll figure out what’s next.”
John nodded, his hand brushing against hers briefly. “We’ll be okay,” he said, his voice steady. “We’ve got each other.”
CJ managed a small smile, her heart lifting just a little. Despite everything, she knew they’d get through this together.
——-~*~——-
With parents' weekend coming to a close, the overall event had been a huge success—minus the incident with Elle. Despite the drama, Jed and Abby were proud of what Liz and Doug had accomplished at the camp. However, the time had come for them to make a decision about the camp’s future. It wasn’t an easy choice. Secretly, they had been rooting for the camp’s success, but Jed had to admit that the offer from the development company was incredibly generous. A ski resort by the river could bring thousands of tourists to the area, generating much-needed revenue for the state of New Hampshire. Still, his heart was torn. This land held so many memories for him—he’d grown up visiting his grandfather’s camp every summer, and the property was deeply tied to his family’s history.
Abby tapped him on the shoulder, pulling him out of his thoughts. It was time to talk to Liz and share their decision.
As the last of the parents left, Jed and Abby approached Liz and Doug. “Liz, Doug, we need to talk,” Jed said, his tone serious.
Liz’s heart sank. She had been hoping to avoid this conversation, but she knew it was inevitable. As they settled into her office, Jed began pacing, his hands clasped behind his back.
“Firstly,” Jed said, stopping abruptly and turning to face them, “don’t ever try to come between me and your mother again. Understand?”
“Yes, sir,” Liz replied, her voice tinged with sorrow.
“Secondly,” Jed continued, “that business with the kissing counselors?”
“It’s been resolved,” Liz said quickly. “But I think the bigger problem is Elle.”
“How so?” Abby asked, her brow furrowing.
“Have you had ‘the talk’ with her?” Liz asked.
“No, she’s only fourteen!” Abby exclaimed.
“Mom, this is 1990,” Liz said, her tone firm. “Kids are more advanced now. That’s why this all happened—she was curious. Everyone knew that CJ and John were a couple, including some of the older kids from last year. When Elle was with CJ, she was asking all kinds of questions about relationships and… sex. CJ was reluctant to answer because she didn’t feel like it was her place. So when she didn’t, Elle spied on her. That’s why she knew what was going on. I’m not going to sit here and justify their behavior. Their jobs are to watch the children, not fool around, and the penalty for their misjudgment is that they will not be allowed back next year. Elle is now with a different counselor. But I think you should talk to her, Mom. Soon. If she doesn’t get honest answers from us, she’ll go find them herself—like she already did. Today it might be spying on her favorite counselor; tomorrow it might be acting on that curiosity.”
Jed and Abby exchanged a long look, an unspoken conversation passing between them. Finally, Abby nodded. “We’ll address that, Liz. Thank you for bringing it to our attention.”
Jed cleared his throat, refocusing the conversation. “Third and final,” he said, his tone serious again. “I told you that any financial hiccups, and I would sell this property. Asking your mother for forty-five thousand dollars is the definition of a financial hiccup. Especially when I explicitly asked you at the beginning of camp if everything was under control, and you assured me there were no issues. You lied to me, Liz. In this family, we do not lie.”
Liz’s heart sank further, but before she could respond, Jed continued. “So, your mother and I have discussed the offer from the development company. And we have decided to…” He paused, watching Liz and Doug’s worried faces with a hint of amusement. “Turn them down. You’re keeping the camp!”
“Daddy!” Liz leapt from her seat and threw her arms around him. “Thank you, thank you!” She covered his face in kisses before turning to her mother and doing the same.
“Thanks, Mom and Dad,” Doug said, his relief evident. Jed’s face turned to mild disgust as Liz moved back into Doug’s arms.
“You must promise me two things,” Jed said, holding up a finger. “First, don’t let Doug near the money ever again.” Liz laughed, nodding. “And second, never let what happened before happen again. You call me.”
“Yes, sir,” Liz said, smiling proudly.
“Dad,” Doug said, stepping forward. “Why’d you change your mind?”
“Because money isn’t everything,” Jed said, his voice softening. “But memories are. And I want my grandchild to have plenty of memories here—just like I did, and just like you did. I told you: no lies between me and your mother.”
Liz’s eyes filled with tears as she hugged her father again. “Thank you, Daddy,” she whispered.
As Jed and Abby left the office, Liz and Doug stood together, their relief palpable. The camp was safe, and despite the challenges, they had a bright future ahead of them. For Liz, it was a reminder of the importance of family, honesty, and the enduring power of the memories made at Camp Awasiwi Odanack.
——~*~——-
As the summer season came to an end, the atmosphere at Camp Awasiwi Odanack was bittersweet. The buses pulled up, ready to take the campers home, and the air was filled with tearful goodbyes, exchanged addresses, and promises to write and call throughout the year. Some campers, knowing they wouldn’t return next summer, took long, lingering looks at the campsite, remembering all the laughter and fun they’d experienced. Others, already eager for next summer, chattered excitedly about what they hoped to do when they came back.
For Elle, the end of camp brought an unexpected surprise. Both her parents showed up—in separate cars. “Two cars? What’s going on?” Elle asked, her brow furrowed in confusion.
“Well,” Abby explained, “Daddy is going to take Zoey to work with him today, and you and I are going to spend the day at the spa and have a very long conversation.”
“Am I in trouble?” Elle asked, her voice tinged with fear.
“No,” Abby said, shaking her head. “Quite the opposite. It appears as if you’ve grown up.” Elle, still slightly confused, nodded and went along with it. Zoey, on the other hand, jumped into her father’s arms, ready for her next adventure. They both kissed Abby and promised to see her later.
As Elle was putting her bags in the car, she spotted CJ coming off a bus after saying goodbye to everyone. CJ carried a heavy heart. She had truly grown to love the kids at the camp, which surprised her. She’d never really cared for children in such a way before, but this experience had shown her the highs and lows that came with working with them. For the first time in her life, she could actually see herself having a couple of her own—if the right person came along. Just then, she looked up and saw John walking toward her. They both smiled at each other, a glint of affection in their eyes.
With the campers gone, the counselors would stay for another week to clean up and pack away for next year. John had plans to put their beds to good use during that time.
“I’ll be right back, Mom,” Elle said as she ran across the yard to CJ. Yes, she’d grown to like Carol, but CJ held a special place in her heart.
“CJ!” Elle called out, barreling toward her. She hugged CJ’s waist tightly. “I’m really sorry about everything.”
CJ smiled and looked down at the girl. “It’s okay. I want you to be okay. That’s what’s important.”
“I love you, CJ,” Elle said, a tear falling from her eye.
“Love you too, kiddo,” CJ replied, wiping the tear away. “Aw, don’t cry. Listen to your parents—they love you. And whatever you do in life, do it to make yourself proud, okay?”
Elle nodded, squeezing CJ tightly. “Will I ever see you again?”
“You know, something tells me you will,” CJ said, rubbing Elle’s back gently before prying her arms away. “Your mom is waiting. Be kind to yourself, Elle.”
Elle let go and walked back to her mother’s arms. Abby waved and mouthed “thank you” to CJ, who waved back with a warm smile.
CJ stood with Carol and Katie as the last car drove away. Her heart sank a little, but when she told Elle that she would see her again, she wasn’t lying.
“Dip in the lake?” Katie asked.
“Sure,” Carol responded.
“Not for me right now,” CJ answered, her eyes locked on John as he walked over to her. Now child-free, John planted the biggest kiss on her lips. Josh whistled in the background, cheering the two on while others hooted and laughed.
“We know what you two will be doing!” someone yelled.
“Don’t go near the blue cabin, everyone!” Josh added, earning more laughter.
Crystal rolled her eyes and started stripping off her clothes as she ran to the lake. Everyone else followed, leaving CJ and John alone.
John held CJ’s hand and walked her back to his cabin.
In the distance, Liz and Doug watched, smiling. “We did it—another year,” Liz said, leaning back into Doug’s embrace as he wrapped his arms around her.
“I told you it would all work out,” Doug said, his voice warm with pride.
In the car, Elle sat in the backseat, no longer sullen but curious. She looked back at the camp as they pulled out of the long driveway, heading back to Manchester. In a glimpse, she saw CJ and John share a kiss. Elle turned around and smiled. She was happy for them. She was happy for herself. She couldn’t wait to come back next year. Under her breath, she began to sing the camp theme song, her heart full of memories and hope for the future.
When morning light paints the pine trees gold,
We rise with hope and hearts so bold.
Trails and streams, our spirits set free,
In nature’s embrace, we’re meant to be.
Camp Awasiwi Odanack, our home in the wild,
Where every laugh and song makes every heart a child.
Under New Hampshire skies, so vast and bright,
We share our dreams around the firelight.
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