Of all people, Tamara Woodhouse had given me a pep talk. Hell must have frozen over. Pigs must be able to fly. There was no way this would've happened in the normal world order. I suppose I expected her to be as rude to me as she was on the very first day. Now I realize I don't have to hate the summer camp beauty queen.
This summer had been crazy from the very first day. The day Luke strolled into my life as new camp counselor.
I packed the last of my bags in my battered car. Before getting into the driver's seat, I took a moment to look back at Apple Cabin. All the campers were gone, all the cupboards were empty. There was no more honey in the kitchen, no more chaos, no more Luke Dawson.
I had gotten used to all that... plus 10 hyper 8-year-olds.
Time to go home.
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Picturesque home
