Cam couldn’t keep last night out of her mind as she sat in the library. She kept replaying it in her mind. She was disgusted with herself for the way she had acted. For the first time in a long while, she thought of her mother.
Mom. Emily Loring Andrews. The dyed-in-the-wool Massachusetts liberal who preached political correctness before it was politically correct to be politically correct. The woman who brought her family to a weekend at World Fellowship Lodge in New Hampshire at least once a year. World Fellowship was a gathering place of the politically aware with a very left wing perspective where one could combine the joys of camping, swimming, and berry-picking with political discussion and debate around the dinner table and evening campfire. Emily always insisted that her children
