Major Sherwood kept me in the camp office all morning, waiting for Mom and Grandma to get there. It was all kind of familiar. Hello, in-school suspension!
Or in-camp suspension, I guess. Same difference.
The only person who was allowed to see me was Georgia. She came in right before lunch. I figured she just wanted to say good-bye and call me a bonehead—which she did—but there was more.
“I’ve been trying to tell you something since yesterday,” she said. “At least now, you can’t run away.”
“What are you talking about?” I said.
“Just listen, you bonehead.”