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point, Reb. Let’s all be courteous and kind to one another. It’ll make for a more pleasant camping experience.”
    â€œRachel, with you as our counselor, how could our camping experience be anything but pleasant?” Reb said sweetly.
    â€œUh-huh.” Rachel flipped off the lights.
    Reb started singing very softly, “Tinkle, tinkle, little camper, can your sheets get any damper. . . .”
    â€œReb!” Rachel’s voice had a warning in it.
    â€œHey, I’m singing myself a lullaby. It’s hard to fall asleep without my mommy.”
    â€œI’m gonna write your mommy and tell her you’re an ‘obnoxious, disruptive influence in the cabin.’ ”
    â€œShe’ll be so proud.”
    â€œJust tone it down.”
    â€œYou betcha, Raych. Hey, can I have a night-night kiss?”
    â€œYou mean from my newt?”
    â€œOf course! You didn’t think I meant you , did you?”
    I couldn’t help laughing. Wow, what a great day. I’d met a bunch of new people, and I’d had so much fun with them. Amazingly, my mom had been right. I did just sort of make friends without even knowing it was happening.
    Was I mean to Melissa? Well, we did ask her to go to the climbing tower with us. She chose not to. We couldn’t force her to go along. The tinkle, tinkle stuff was a little mean, but it was just a joke. I doubted she’d even heard it.
    Anyway, what was I supposed to do? Turn down Reb and Jennifer and spend the afternoon trying to drag a conversation out of Melissa? She’d be okay. She could find her own friends. That’s what I’d done. It just took me a few days to do it.

Friday, June 20
    â€œRun! Here it comes!” Reb yelled. We raced down Middler Line, trying to beat the rain. We got to the screen door just when the first raindrops started falling.
    â€œWow, listen to it,” I said. The cabin had a tin roof, and it sounded like BBs hitting a pie pan.
    â€œI can’t believe we’re the only ones here,” said Jennifer. “You’d think everyone would be cabin-sitting in this rain.”
    â€œProbably most people got caught some place like the lodge,” Reb speculated. She and Jennifer both sat on their trunks, and I was on my bottom bunk. It was fun always having a big group to hang around with, being part of the fan club, but I liked it best when it was just the three of us.
    Jennifer looked at us both. “What should we do?”
    Reb’s eyes widened. “Let’s tell ghost stories!”
    â€œI’m not in the mood.” Jennifer shook her head.
    â€œYou mean you’re scared.”
    â€œHow could I be scared? You haven’t said anything yet.”
    â€œOkay, good. I’ll start. This is a true story, Kelly. Alex told it to us last summer. Have you ever heard of the Bell Witch?”
    â€œNo, Reb! Shut up!” Jennifer jumped up and grabbed her pillow from the top bunk. “You know how much that one scared me!” She stuck her fingers in her ears, buried her face in the pillow, and started humming. “I’m not listening!”
    Reb burst out laughing. “I was just teasing. You know I wouldn’t really tell it.”
    Jennifer hugged her pillow. “Still, you reminded me of it, and that’s bad enough.”
    â€œOkay, sorry. Let’s do something to take your mind off it.”
    â€œHow about cards?”
    â€œBor-ing. Kelly, what do you want to do?”
    I kind of smiled. “Why don’t you read us the e-mail you got today?”
    I could tell Reb was glad I’d brought it up. Everyone in the cabin knew she’d gotten an e-mail from her boyfriend back home. “Well, okay.” She jumped up and opened her trunk to get the paper. Mail came every day after lunch. Whenever anyone got an e-mail, the counselors printed the message and put it in the camper’s mailbox. But we could only get e-mails, not send