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Jemma Hartman, Camper Extraordinaire: Excerpt

Jemma Hartman, Camper Extraordinaire
I took a seat in the boat and held tight to the mainsheet and tiller. Tammy unhooked the boat from the buoy and hopped on board. "Do you want to be the skipper or first mate?" I asked.

"I'll be the skipper."

"Okay." I scooted over so Tammy could hold the tiller, and I grasped the mainsheet. All of a sudden I felt the sail catch the wind, and we were on our way. We glided across Star Lake, not saying much to each other. I knew sometimes it was fine not to talk. Tammy and I had had plenty of times when being quiet together felt perfect. But this didn't feel like one of those. It felt more like there was so much that we weren't saying. That we couldn't say. Like that I wished Brooke wasn't at camp. And that I was afraid Tammy didn't like me half as much as she used to. I knew I wouldn't say any of that aloud. Because here we were, just the two of us in the sunset sailboat, and I wasn't going to ruin the moment.