Friday arrived, as did Craig. He had a new haircut. He had on new clothes. He was six weeks older than me, and it suddenly looked like six years. I didn’t know what to do. Did I kiss him, hug him, shake his hand? This was weird. This wasn’t supposed to be weird.
“Bring your costume,” he told me. He patted his briefcase. A briefcase! “I have mine. Let’s go.”
I stared at him. He was suddenly Craig 2.0. I think I liked the original better. “Um, yeah, great. Let’s, you know, go.”
Doug lent me his car. I’d already packed it with clothes and food and camping gear. I tossed in my outfit, as Craig had said. We had an entire weekend to figure out how to get into that cave. An entire weekend alone with my ex-boyfriend, someone who I loved but couldn’t get along with, not anymore. Doug had said it
