Me (repeating skeptically): The rainy day bag…
Him: When you go camping, occasionally something extremely annoying happens.
Me: It rains.
Him: Exactly. And unless you’re my cousin Evers, which I doubt, you don’t like going out in the rain. So the rest of us are stuck in the tent while Evers goes out on some hike or for a swim or something insane. The rainy day bag (I pulled it out of one of the large bags) is equipped with a complete deck of cards, a few small board games, several free reading books… which are all mine, actually… and some comic books… which are George’s.
Me: George goes camping with you?
Him (grinning): Yeah, Mom’s not much of a camper, so I go camping with Rendor, Uncle Irwin, Cousin Evers, George, and Wilda. I used to feel bad for Wilda, being stuck with us guys, until I realized that A. She’s a crazy tomboy and B. She has a huge crush on George.
I laughed. Me: Sounds interesting.
He grinned. Him: Next time we go, I’ll take you.
I smiled softly. Me: I’d like that.