Thirty-Eight
Memory 20
Viggo convinced me to go to the Rotary Youth Leadership camp with him on the same weekend that the Violent Femmes were playing in Hobart.
It wasn’t too bad. In fact, some of it was kind of fun. I liked learning to play golf (even if Viggo was grumpy when I beat him). We had fun cooking dinner together, and going hiking (even if Viggo grumbled the whole way about not knowing what hiking had to do with leadership—he still hated outdoors pursuits). And the part that I’d been looking forward to telling Jed and Patience—when I’d won the Best Newcomer Award at the ceremony on the last day, and Viggo had been so proud of me—that was nice.
But I still wished the whole time that I was at the concert.
There had been no chance of me going, though. Not when Viggo wanted me
