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Gunny had been her friend as well as the camp’s unofficial major-domo.

Susan dropped us off at our rooms. She and Mom talked for a few minutes before she drove down the road to her own house. We had a big farewell dinner planned, but the afternoon was ours, so Christy and I changed into everyday clothes. I offered to give her a tour of the main camp, and Erin tagged along.

“Is it weird to have guys staring at you?” Christy asked her.

“Not really. Besides, they stare at you more in the real world. I mean, you know how guys talk to your boobs.

“Okay, then whenever you bend over, and every guy stares at your butt.”

“It also helps that only families or couples are allowed,” Erin continued.

“No single men. Paul’s kind of an exception, but he couldn’t visit by himself if it weren’t for Susan.” She immediately realized she might have said too much, but she didn’t lose her cool. “You know,” she added, “since we’ve been coming here so long.”

“So it isn’t because your mom and Susan are… you know?”

Erin’s eyebrows rose in surprise.

“I told her,” I said, “but she also figured it out on her own as soon as she saw them together. She has this knack for reading people. It’s… uncanny.”

“Oh, okay,” Erin said. “So… yeah. Paul’s an exception ’cause of Mom and Susan.”

“So,” Christy said thoughtfully, “no single guys around to be… um…

“I didn’t say that,” Erin said with a laugh. “Single guys are always jerks sooner or later—”

“You can say that again,” Christy muttered.

“—but not because they stare at you,” Erin finished. “Besides, sometimes it’s nice to have guys stare at you. I mean, I can always tell which ones are interested and which ones don’t have a clue.”

“I don’t think I’ll have that problem,” Christy said. “I’m too skinny and small.”

“Don’t sell yourself short,” Erin said. “Sorry, no pun intended. But you have a really nice body, if you don’t mind me saying.”

Christy’s cheeks turned rosy, but she smiled and accepted the compliment.

“I wish my stomach was as flat as yours,” Erin continued. “And don’t get me started on my hips and butt. Ugh!”

Christy gave me an odd look, but I didn’t take it back.

“You and Christy are simply built differently, Erin. She’s the small model, you’re medium.”

“Medium trying not to become large,” Erin said.

“Oh, relax. You aren’t pint-sized like Christy, but you’re hardly what I’d call large.”

“I think you’re beautiful,” Christy agreed. “And the perfect size.