Just like that, Calvin’s ghost was everywhere. I sat on the Jeep’s bumper, my knees suddenly feeling made of sand. He’s going to be in a horrible mood, and I’m the one who has to put up with it.” He hates it when my dad tells him what to do. I haven’t talked to Calvin about it, but he’s probably pissed. “He’s coming home for spring break and my dad is forcing him to tag along. “I knew it! There is more to this story.” “I still can’t believe your parents are letting you spend spring break with your boyfriend.” “I told him if I have to clear bats out of the eaves by myself, he can count on a long, chaste spring break,” Korbie added. He hasn’t started packing yet but he swears he’s gonna meet us at Idlewilde before dark.” Korbie’s family owned Idlewilde, a picturesque cabin in Grand Teton National Park, and for the next week, it was as close to civilization as we were going to get.

If people could kiss and make up, she’d be out of a job.” Anyway, you should blame all the people getting divorced and hiring my mom. “Should’ve known you’d play the rich-family card.” “You leave my bag, and you can kiss my g-ass money good-bye.” “I got the sleeping bags and gear in, but we’re going to have to leave behind one of the duffels: navy with pink handles.” Korbie and I had been best friends forever, but we acted more like sisters.

Wrangler’s out of room,” I said with a dramatic sigh. “Hey, girl,” Korbie said, snapping her bubble gum through the phone. I couldn’t let a perfectly good ringtone go to waste. Pritchard slammed her living room window shut. My cell phone blared Rod Stewart crooning, “If you want my body,” and I held off answering for a moment so I could belt out the “and you think I’m sexy” part along with Rod. Satisfied nothing was going to fly out on the three-hour drive to Idlewilde, I shut the tailgate and wiped my hands on my cutoffs. I decided this as I crammed a goose-down sleeping bag into the back of my Jeep Wrangler and strapped it in, along with five duffels of gear, fleece and wool blankets, silk bag liners, toe warmers, and ground mats. If I died, it wouldn’t be from hypothermia.

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