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Easiest way to win an argument.”

“What do I think is normal?” I repeated. I decided to say the same thing I’d said to Sara. “Whatever makes you happy and doesn’t hurt anyone else.”

“That doesn’t sound so bad,” Christy said.

“I don’t think so, but…” I shrugged. “Not everyone is so enlightened.”

“So, how long have you been a nudist?”

“Since I was twelve. My family spent every summer at camp until I was eighteen.”

“Why? What happened then?”

“College. And then my summers were full of other things. Working on houses with Trip, mostly.

“Hold on…,” she said all of a sudden. “Did you go last summer?”

“Yeah, after we finished the houses in Atlanta. Why?”

“Wren! She went too, didn’t she?”

“She had this big blank spot between her last letter and when I first saw her—and you—again. She didn’t tell me about something. You remember when I first got here? I spent a week with Sayuri, waiting for you?”

“Yeah, of course. You were really cute too, stomping back and forth on the porch in your PJs and bunny slippers.

“Thank you. I think. But I was pretty annoyed.”

“I actually thought of ‘high dudgeon’ when I first saw you. I never get to use that phrase, so I remember it.”

“That pretty much describes how I felt. But I was especially mad at Wren.

“Her tan lines were different—some darker, some lighter—like she wore different parts of her bikini. Her top, hardly ever. Her bottoms most of the time, but then… sometimes not.”

“That’s exactly what she did.”

“Because she was at this nudist place.

“Yeah, that’s totally like her. She’s almost as bad as you about taking her clothes off. I mean, it was all the time when we lived together. And she jumped at the chance to pose nude when I told her Siobhan needed someone.”

“Yeah, that’s Wren all right. She’s as much of an exhibitionist as I am.”

“So… about this nudist camp… where we’ll be staying…”

“You mean you’ll go?”

“Not if you don’t want to. Besides, it’s the middle of December. And no one will be there.

“Will it be weird? With me there? Fully clothed?”

“I doubt it. Nudists aren’t the clothes police. We just want you to be comfortable.”

“What about you? Will you take yours off?”

“I guess it depends. Do you want me to?”

She blushed and studied her hands.

“Okay. Then I guess we’ll see. But we’re mostly using the camp as a motel, someplace to stay for free. But I didn’t want to surprise you with it.