An adolescent of indeterminate s*x rolled a pile of blankets and tucked them into a canvas bag. Sher pretended the feelings from the dream were those blankets, rolled up and tucked away.
“Dunno.” Sher sat up and reached for her boots. “Should we ask about doing clean up?”
“Uh, huh,” Kristin said, watching Sher and wondering why she had ever decided that leaving her home—no matter what her father was doing to her—was a good idea. “I shouldn’t have made you leave.”
“Nah,” Sher fiddled with her boot laces. “I had to leave too.”
Sher pushed her foot into her boot and laced it halfway because of the heat. Kristin poked with her tongue at a piece of potato caught between her back molars. A squirrel dropped a wrapper, raced down the trunk, and scampered into the area where the campers and tra
