Chapter 10
That evening, Court wore only his underwear as he lay on his stomach on his sleeping bag and fiddled with the knobs on the radio. “This thing never comes in,” he complained, trying to tune into something other than static.
Ronnie was on his back beside Court, his sleeping bag right up alongside his friend’s. He stared up at the darkness above them—the tent was lit with only a single flashlight, and anything higher than two feet off the ground disappeared into the night. He ate a protein bar, chewing slowly, almost thoughtfully. Court wondered what he might be able to say or do to get back to the tender moments they had shared by the creek earlier in the day, but he didn’t want to rush things. He was happy just to have Ronnie near him, and the anticipation of their next kiss wa
