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第6章

Watching out that window

got boring.

So I slept, too.

Eventually, Joplin shook me awake.

"Look!" she said

when I'd opened my eyes.

She pointed out the window.

A sign there read:

WELCOME TO CAMP WALLUMWAHPUCK,

A HAVEN FOR GIRLS SINCE 1958.

The bus was bumping

down a gravel road

with bushes and trees and weeds all around.

This isn't beautiful,

I thought.

This is creepy.

I missed sidewalks full of people

checking their phones

and walking their cute dogs.

I missed paved roads, too,

filled with taxis and bike riders.

Finally, the bus turned

and stopped in a dirt lot.

"All right, girls!" the head of the junior unit shouted,

walking down the aisle.

"Step outside and find your counselors!"

"But we don't know who our counselors are,"

I said to Joplin.

"They'll be holding signs," she told me.

Sure enough,

when I stepped off the bus,

I saw teenagers holding signs:

GYPSY MOTH, DRAGONFLY, HONEYBEE, CICADA,

DOODLEBUG, MONARCH, PRAYING MANTIS,

HISSING COCKROACH.

"I'm glad we're not in Hissing Cockroach!"

I told Joplin.

"That one's fake,"

she said.

"The counselors make up a cabin name every year.

Last year it was Seed Head Weevil.

I still think they should use Seed Head Weevil

instead of Doodlebug.

Doodlebug is stupid."

I thought about that.

Doodlebug was babyish.

But still.

I wouldn't ever want to be

in Seed Head Weevil.

"Come on," Joplin said.

She started walking toward the Gypsy Moth sign.

I followed her.

We kicked up dust with every step.

And flattened weeds, too.

It seemed too quiet on that lot,

even with the sound of girls talking and laughing.

After a second,

I realized why:

no cars honking,

no sirens wailing,

no truck brakes squealing.

Just girls.

And a whole lot of birds,

chirping.

I didn't like it.

The Gypsy Moth counselor started waving

as soon as she realized we were walking toward her.

"Hello!"

she called.

"I'm Hope!"

She was wearing sunglasses

and red sneakers.

"I don't remember her from last year,"

Joplin muttered.

"She must be new."

"You're the Gypsy Moths

from Brooklyn!" Hope said

when we stood in front of her.

"So, one of you is Joplin,

and one is Eleanor."

We told her who was who.

"I am so excited to be

your counselor!"

she said, grinning.

She had a swinging ponytail

and freckles

and a pretty smile.

"I love Wallumwahpuck,"

she said.

"I was a camper here for seven years!

Then I spent a summer in Vietnam,

and last summer I went to Thailand.

Now I'm back!"

I looked around that dirty, weedy, too-quiet lot

and figured there must be a different,

more spectacular part of camp.

The part Hope and Mom both loved so much.

"Come on!" Hope said, smiling her pretty smile.

"Don't worry about your trunks;

someone will drive them over soon.

Let's get you both settled!"