“Didn’t you get enough at the restaurant? I thought you finished your plate.”
“I did. And thank you again for dinner.”
“She has a freakish metabolism,” I explained to Susan and the others.
“She eats six or seven times a day.”
“It isn’t freakish,” Christy muttered indignantly. “It’s just high.”
“She has a high metabolism,” I corrected.
Susan and Mom grinned at each other.
“So I don’t want her to get hungry if she wants a midnight snack.”
“In that case,” Susan said, “we’ll stop by Winn-Dixie on the way home.”
Back at camp, I took the groceries into the clubhouse kitchen and gave Christy the nickel tour.
“Everyone really cooks and eats all together?” she asked.
“Mmm hmm, although lately we’ve stayed in one of the bigger cabins with its own kitchen.”
“And… is that the only shower?”
“Oh, crap. I forgot about that.” The shower area was completely open to that part of the clubhouse, including the door from the road. “You want me to
see if we can move to one of the cabins?”
“No,” she said. “We’ll make it work… somehow.”
“You can shower tonight, or early in the morning. I’ll stand guard or something.”
“No, I won’t make you do that.”
Mom came into the clubhouse and joined us.
“I’m going to change into something more comfortable and then go relax with Susan,” she said. She didn’t invite us to join her, which told me all I needed to know. “Doug and Olivia are going to the drive-in to see the late movie. Erin’s going with them.”
I blinked in surprise. “Really?”
“Mmm hmm. She was going to ask if you and Christy wanted to hang out in the hot tub—”
Christy shot me a startled look.
“—but I suggested the movies instead.”
“Thanks. We’ll probably do that.”
She nodded and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “Goodnight. Christy, it’s been a pleasure getting to know you better. I’m sorry it’s under the circumstances, but…”
“That’s okay. It’s been a pleasure. Even under the circumstances.”
Mom left, and Christy waited until the door closed behind her.
“Your mom is totally amazing,” she said, “but did she just encourage us to…?”
“Get up to hanky-panky?”
“Yeah,” I said with a laugh. “She did.”
“For real. She knows we’re grown-ups.”
Christy stared in disbelief. “I can’t imagine…”
“My family’s a little different than yours.”
“You can say that again.”
“My family’s a little different than yours.”
“I deserved that,” she said with a rueful grin.
“Yep. Now, you wanna cut up veggies for a snack later?”
“You know me so well.
