“I’m starting to think chaperoning winter camp was a bad idea,” I grumbled.
“Starting?” Ezzie said, shaking her head.
We went to the car where Ezzie and I grabbed our suitcases. Mavis had everything in a backpack. Matt, the counselor, looked at Ezzie and my suitcases and laughed. “You guys staying for a month?”
“It’s our first time,” I said, trying not to sound defensive.
“Ahhh, you’ll pack lighter next time,” he said, with a grin.
I could hear Ezzie mumbling something about hell freezing over before there would be a next time.
“So, you three have Timberwolf Cabin all to yourselves,” he said.
“I hope that name is ironic and not prophetic,” I said.
“All the cabins are named after animals you find in the wild in Minnesota. The other two chaperones are staying in Otter Cabin,” he explained. “The biff is right there,” he pointed to a cute little building. “Nice and close right?”
“Sure,” I agreed.
“Make sure you use your headlamps out here, the snow is really coming down and visibility is pretty low. Keep your outside light on and the biff light on,” he said.
I didn’t know what this biff was, but it was a darling little building. Like one of those free little libraries that were popping up everywhere, but big enough to walk into. It looked cozy. Maybe it was like a little gift shop. “I think after we get settled I might check that biff out,” I said. “Is that okay?”
“Uh, yeah. Sure. Like whenever you need to,” he said, looking a little confused.
“Do we need cash or a credit card or can we settle up at the end?” Ezzie asked, clearly figuring out the gift shop thing.
“Um, no. It’s totally free,” he said, as he turned around and crunched through the snow like he couldn’t get away from us fast enough.
As soon as he was out of earshot, Mavis doubled over and howled with laughter. “I can’t,” she said. “You two, I just can’t. I’m going to pee my pants.”
Carrin Mahmood 