46Javi came over the night before we were leaving. He just totally ignored my breakup letter. I was kind of glad.
The living room was full of equipment. Stoves and lanterns and first-aid kits. Sleeping bags and long underwear, flashlights and backpacks.
“What’s this for?” Javi held up a mesh sack that looked like it was for bath toys.
“It’s for our dirty laundry,” Mom said.
“You’re not going to show it, are you?” said Javi, trying to be clever.
Mom flashed an exaggerated smile. “We have none!”
“What about when you do?” asked Javi. “How are you going to wash your clothes?”
“In rivers,” I told him. “I just hope they’re not too cold.”
“What are these?” He pulled some pills out of the first aid kit.
“Javi, stay out of our stuff,” I said, irritated. “We’re trying to pack.”
“Jeez, Liv.
