What Have You Got to Lose?

About a month before I retired I decided I needed to get a physical.  I expected the doctor to mention my weight gain and knew that I would address that as soon as school was out.  I was pretty sure "stress eating" was my main problem . . . that along with the fact that students love to bring KrispyKreme doughnuts for everyone on their birthdays, and as their teacher, I felt it necessary to "celebrate" with each and every one.  Oh, and then there was the teacher's lounge. Try passing through there without nabbing a slice of yesterday's cake celebrating . . .celebrating . . .  whatever!
There was always a decorated cake on a big sheet of cardboard (sounds tempting, right?) on the counter.  So I was sure that once I was retired I could get rid of the weight.  However, that was before I got my results back from the doctor.  My sugar levels were high.  I couldn't wait for summer.  I had to get busy right away.  Circumstances took me out of town for two weeks, and with my sister as a partner I started watching what I ate.  I didn't step on a scale for over a week, but when I did, I had lost 5 pounds.  That was great motivation  to keep doing what I was doing.  When I returned home, my husband jumped on board and together we stayed the course.  Like a man, he soon caught up and surpassed my weight loss; however, I continued to lose.  There have been few cheats on this "lifestyle change."  For our 39th anniversary we did each have double scoops (If you are going to cheat, you might as well cheat big.) of our favorite ice cream, but we were immediately back on track the next day.  I have always heard people say if you stop eating sweets you won't crave them.  I didn't believe it, but it was true.  Yes, I am sorry to the employees of BlueBell Ice Cream who may have been laid off.  I'm sure production is down, but I'm glad to have taken some giant steps toward better health. 

I've traded in my waffles, along with bagels, and muffins, and juice
It seems my body has had enough,  and it's time to call a truce.
Those extra pounds were bothering me, but it took a doctor's warning;
So now I'm having whole wheat toast and Greek yogurt in the morning.
I used to drink my coffee with a vanilla flavored hit;
At first I used a tiny splash, but later I admit
That the coffee in my coffee had become the lesser part.
(Did you know that high cholesterol causes damage to your heart?)
So, I changed my morning habits, but lunch still needed revision,
And I soon learned that starvation mode can lead to a bad decision.
So I planned my meals ahead of time, made salads for the week
(Pinterest has so many ideas, you really should take a peek.)
Mid afternoons had always been a reason for a snack
It always seemed that 3 o'clock was the time "the munchies" attacked
And the choices were always endless in the bottom left cabinet drawer
Somehow I never seemed to miss the snack isle at the store
Oh, I purchased broccoli and carrots to place on the conveyor belt
And covered up my M & M's with a magazine entitled "Health"
I never started munching until inside my car
Amazing that in a five minute drive a person can devour
A Payday and a bag of chips and if you pass a Sonic
You have to have a milkshake, Lord, the cravings are demonic
But alas, I've given all that up; I eat almonds now instead
And did I mention, best of all, I've completely given up bread?
The rolls are certainly hard to pass up, but I have found I'm able
If I request right up front not to bring them to the table. 
You can see it's time for dinner and I've cut back my calories there
And I've found that I really like salmon and can buy it most everywhere
I don't eat butter on potatoes, and I avoid other foods that are white
I'm finished eating by 7:00 which makes me sleep better at night
I bet you are having some doubts now. "She can't keep this up for long."
But it's been almost 3 months, I'm down 23 pounds, and I promise I'm still going strong.

Retired? I Think Not!

     For those of you who don't know me well, or perhaps live outside the continental United States and didn't hear my feral cry of exultation last Friday at 3:00P.M., let me bring you up to date.  I AM RETIRED!  Really.  On Friday I cleaned out my room, turned in my keys, and walked out the door.  My colleagues were sure I would cry, but I was unable to squeeze out a tear.  "That means you are ready," I was told, and so I am.

     Please don't get me wrong.  I loved teaching, but I am tired.  In fact, having stated that more than once, I began to think about the word "retirement."  (I have time now to ponder and ruminate.)  You see, I have taught reading and phonics for most of my life.  We've studied prefixes, suffixes, base words, and Greek and Latin roots.  So upon close examination of the word "retirement" something just didn't seem right. 

     Let's look at the base word tire.  It means to grow weary.  I looked it up to be sure.  I even did a search of Latin roots, just to be sure there wasn't one for tir- or perhaps tira- that had something to do with relaxation, or joy, or euphoria.  I found nothing along those lines.  So I moved on.  Next I looked at the prefix re-.  This is one of the first prefixes taught and I was certain it meant  again.  I researched that just to be sure.  So putting the two meanings together (It's not rocket science) I deduced that retire means to grow weary again.  Determined to see this through to the end I identified the suffix -ment.  The meaning of which is the act or process of.  Adding this to what I already knew, I concluded that retirement is the act of growing weary again. 

     "Well, that's a bummer,"  I thought.  Half the reason I'm retiring is because I am exhausted, and now you tell me this idyllic status I've worked years to achieve is simply about getting tired again.  Is there no justice in the world!


     And so I decided, and I'm proclaiming it now.  I am not retired, I am "untired."  I won't be getting up at 5:30 A.M. any more.  (Well, I might if I have a 6:00 flight to Tahiti.)  I won't be staying up late writing lesson plans or grading papers.  I won't teach all day and then have parent-teacher conferences through dinner time.  No matter how I look at it, that sounds like "untired" to me.  And beyond that, if I should find myself a little weary of reading, gardening, playing bridge, writing, sewing, painting, sitting at the beach, or whatever; I can always take a nap and wake up "untired."

Marinara Mayhem

Don’t even think about asking me to prepare dinner on Friday night! After a long week in the classroom, I am worn out. A few years ago, I might have managed dinner and a movie. A change of pace, even when you are bone tired can do you good . . . but not these days. My more recent response has become, “I’m too tired to go out. Let’s just order in.” And so we did.



Jett’s pizza has a divinely, decadent bacon bread that George and I recently discovered. It comes with marinara sauce for dipping. We usually request an extra sauce as it comes in a very small container and we never like to run out. And this is where I should have listened to Mother.


Growing up, we were never allowed to eat in any room other than the kitchen. Don’t dare walk in the living room with a cookie in your hand. No food in the bedrooms. All food was kept in the kitchen. I even raised Jamie that way. It was the rule. However, after Jamie went off to college George and I began to carry our snacks and occasionally dinners to our upstairs TV room. That was the case on Friday night.


The doorbell rang; food was delivered and promptly carried upstairs. We ate and enjoyed a show from our Tivoed queue. Relaxed and sated, I began to clean up “the mess.” Napkins, pizza box, paper plates, and condiment containers were stacked. Down the stairs, the carpeted stairs, I went. And then it happened. The tiny little container of leftover marinara sauce slipped, perhaps jumped, from my hands and apparently leapt from stair . . . to stair . . . to stair. (Little known fact: Marinara sauce reproduces and multiplies as it flies through the air and makes contact with a woolen surface.) My pant leg, the stairs, the spindles, and the hardwood floor of the entry-way were covered in red. “Oh, pooh,” I said. “What a mess.” Or something like that.


A rag would not do. It was going to take water, and lots of it. I filled a bucket and began to clean. Each time I thought I was through, another splatter of red would appear. The front door, even the living room carpet hadn’t escaped. (Did I mention I had already had a hard week?) The worst spots were in the cracks, between the carpet and the wall. You may still see a hint of red there the next time you visit.


George, conveniently, had been taking a shower while I “cleaned up” from dinner. As I emptied the bucket of blood red water he made his way downstairs.


“Why are the stairs soaking wet?” he asked.


“You don’t want to know.” I replied.


I actually tried to describe the full extent of the mess to him, but I could tell he didn’t get it. You probably don’t either. I should have taken a picture, but I didn’t. George kept saying how small the container was. How it couldn’t have held that much. He thinks I’m prone to exaggeration anyway. Humphf! We sloshed back up the stairs and managed to enjoy the rest of the evening.


Saturday morning, I walked down the still damp stairs. The nap had a new appearance, but there were no remnants of red . . . until I looked up. The ceiling had large splatters of red, the woodwork around the dining room arch was spotted, and yes, the dining room carpet was freckled too. Never in the course of human history had so much been done by so little. Had the Brentwood Police been called in, I would have been cuffed and carted away. Surely a massacre had taken place. Undoubtedly, I will become a suspect in any future crimes. They’ll bring in that infra-red light that causes red to glow in the dark, and I won’t stand a chance defending myself.


I have a tough week ahead. Students begin taking the state standardized tests. It’s stressful, and come Friday night, I’ll be faced with a choice. I think just maybe, we’ll go out to eat.

The Katie Chronicles Final Installment

Chapter 23 - Operation Afghanistan

     Saturday mornings were the one slow day at camp. All the usual activities were available, or the girls could just relax and hang out in their cabins. Tired from the camp-out and anxious to get back to work on the keychain project, the Cabin D girls, plus a few from other cabins, had gathered in the front room. Ivy had jumped into the fray as soon as she heard about the project.

     “Of course,” she had said flashing the peace sign, “I wish there weren’t any wars, but if our soldiers are putting themselves on the line, we need to support them.”

     So there she was, in the midst of the girls, weaving red, white, and blue laces into key chains, and humming Joni Mitchell songs.  Libby became quite the organizer. She had commandeered a plastic crate from Ivy to place on the porch where girls from other cabins could drop off their completed key chains. Each day during quiet time, she would empty the bin and count all of the key chains that had been deposited. On a small whiteboard above the crate, she would record the new total for everyone to see. Already, the girls had made 146 key chains.

     Katie, the project cheerleader, stood in the middle of the room and asked for everyone’s attention.

     “Gosh, you guys, I’m really excited with the progress we’re making. 146 key chains . . .”

     “Make that 147,” blurted Erin. “I just finished another one.”

     “Correction, 147 key chains,” announced Katie, “is great. Parents’ Day is exactly one week away. Like I said, you’re all doing great; however, I think a little friendly competition might help us reach new heights. Libby, do you think you could find a crate for each cabin? “

     “Sure,” said Libby eyeing Ivy. “I know just where to go.”

     “Great, continued Katie. “Let’s label one crate for each cabin. For the next week, everyone will drop finished key chains into individual cabin crates. We’ll have a whiteboard for each crate, and report each day’s progress. There won’t be any prizes, but the more we make and sell, the more soldiers we can help.”

     “Speaking of soldiers,” asked Alicia, “where in Iraq are we going to send our care packages?”

     “I’m glad you asked that question,” Katie began. “Recently . . . last night to be exact, Caroline and I found ourselves with some extra time on our hands. Just the two of us . . . you know, sitting around . . . lost in the woods . . . chatting.”

     The girls all giggled while Katie and Caroline covered their faces and feigned humiliation and shame. Their story had spread through camp quite rapidly and Katie figured it was best to face it head on.

     “Anyway,” she began again, sending a questioning glance in Caroline’s direction and receiving a nervous nod of agreement in return. “Caroline shared some information with me that I think you all should know. Caroline?”

     The curious girls glued their eyes on Caroline as she hesitantly came and stood next to Katie. The two girls joined hands as Caroline began to speak.

     “Well,” she began. “I think the idea of sending care packages to the troops is a really great idea. I couldn’t believe how many of you got involved. And well, the reason I think it’s such a great idea is because . . . well, my dad is a soldier . . . and . . . right now, he’s serving in Afghanistan.”

     “Wow,” gasped Ava. “Why didn’t you tell us?”

     “How long has he been gone?” asked Libby.

     “When’s he coming home?” questioned Rachel.

     “He left two days before I came to camp, and I’m not sure when he’s coming home,” replied Caroline as her eyes welled with tears.

     The girls all jumped up and surrounded her. Sad faces were exchanged between them as they all hugged and sympathized with Caroline.

     “OK, you guys,” interrupted Katie. “We all know how “touchy-feely” Caroline is, but we need to get back to business. Unless someone else has a parent serving in the Military that we don’t know about, I’d like to suggest that we rename our project ‘Operation Afghanistan’.

     With an enthusiastic chorus of agreement, the girls returned to work. By lunchtime, they had completed 18 additional key chains.

Chapter 24 - The Secret Weapon

     By Monday morning, the cabin competition for Operation Afghanistan was in full swing. The evening game of German Spotlight had been abandoned. Instead, the campers spent that time weaving key chains. As promised, Libby had located crates and labeled one for each cabin. Rumor had it that Cabin B’s counselor had allowed her girls to work by flashlight after lights out on Saturday night. The latest keychain count had them ahead by twenty-three.

     “That’s just not right,” complained Erin as she wrote the new totals above each crate. “Cabin D needs to pick up the pace. Sunday was a good day for us. We made a lot of progress, but we’re still six behind Cabin B.”

     “Pick up the pace?” moaned Caroline, “I don’t think I can go any faster. I’m pretty good at weaving the laces, but adding those tiny, little beads is a real pain. I can weave two chains in the time it takes me to add one bead.”

     “Not me,” said Ava.” I get my unders and overs confused with the laces, but I can put a bead on with no problem.”

      Katie listened intently and then grew very quiet. Erin recognized the look on her face.

     “I know that look, Katie. You’ve got a plan. So spit it out,” insisted Erin.

     “Well,” began Katie, “I was just listening to what you guys were saying and it reminded me about something we learned in social studies last year.”

     “Gosh, Katie,” said Libby, “D’you actually remember all that stuff you learn in social studies?”

     “Not all of it,” replied Katie, “but there was this thing called an assembly line.”

     “Oh, yeah,” said Alicia. “We studied that, too. Some guy named Henry Ford invented it.”

     “Yeah,” continued Katie. “On an assembly line each person has a job that they repeat over and over again. Because they only do that one thing, they get really good at it. So for example, since Caroline is already really good at weaving the laces, that could be her job. When she finishes that part of the keychain, she can pass it to Ava so she can add the beads. Maybe someone else is really good at tying the final knot, so that could be their job. We can produce a lot more key chains in a shorter length of time if each person has a specific job to do.”

     “Fanatastic!” said Erin. “Operation Afghanistan has a secret weapon. We’re bound to win now.”

     That evening the girls put their plan into motion. Rachel was in charge of cutting the laces, Katie would attach the laces to the keychain, both Erin and Alicia would weave, Ava added the beads, and Libby tied the final knot. They were amazed to see how many key chains they were able to complete. By lights out, they had made nineteen.

     “I’m really sorry girls,” said Lou, “But the rules say all campers have to be in bed with the lights out at 10:00. We must comply. However,” she added as she rolled over , pulled her covers up under her chin, and faced the wall, “if I were to fall quickly into a deep, deep sleep . . . so deep that I didn’t notice flashlights on under sheets . . . well, then I couldn’t be held responsible. After all, even counselors are allowed to sleep.”

     Knowing grins passed among the girls.
     “Good night, Lou,” they all sang sweetly.

     “AHHHHHH,” yawned Lou. “I’m gonna sleep good tonight.”

     After a few seconds, a rather fake sounding snore was heard coming from Lou’s bunk. The girls quickly whipped out their flashlights, dove under their sheets, and set the assembly line back in motion. Six key chains later, the assembly line began to lose its momentum.

     “AHHHHH,” yawned Katie. “Is anybody else sleepy?”

     “I thought you’d never ask,” replied Erin.

     “ish-kee-bobble-mursh-kee-boom,” mumbled Rachel as the flashlights were turned off and the girls closed their eyes.

     The girls in Cabin B stood on the porch after quiet time the next day, anxious to see the new totals. Their previous lead of 23 made them pretty confident what today’s numbers would show. They hadn’t slowed down at all, adding another 15 key chains to their crate. Libby, taking her cue from Ryan Seacrest, slowly wrote each new total on the boards. When she added 15 to Cabin B’s previous total, everyone gasped in amazement while the Cabin B girls celebrated what they were sure would be their
victory. Anxious to prolong the suspense and aware of the surprise that lay ahead, Libby saved Cabin D for last. The nineteen key chains made before lights out, plus the six completed by flashlight put Cabin D in the lead by four. The Cabin B girls fell silent as their jaws fell open.

     “That’s not possible,” shouted an outraged Cabin B girl. “You were six behind us yesterday. Nobody can work that fast.”

     “We did,” said Erin. “Nimble fingers, I guess.”

     “Hey guys,” interrupted Katie, “Let’s keep our eyes on the prize. We’re doing a great job for a great cause.”

     The girls mumbled agreement as they dispersed and headed toward their afternoon activities.

     “Can you believe it?” asked Erin as she and Katie and Caroline walked to class. “Did you see the looks on their faces when Libby wrote up our total? They were so sure they would win.”

     “I kind of wish they had,” said Caroline. “I felt like they were mad at us when they left.”

     “You guys,” wailed Erin, “We’re winning. Cabin D rocks!” she added as she fisted her hands and danced the Cabbage Patch dance. She suddenly stopped when she noticed Katie and Caroline weren’t joining in. “Oh, no,” she groaned, “Not again, Katie. You’re biting your bottom lip and staring into space. I know that look. I’ll probably regret this, but tell me. What are you thinking?”

     “I don’t know. It’s just . . . I was thinking about the day we came up with the plan. Do you remember how excited everyone got? Some of us couldn’t even weave the laces yet, but we were all helping each other. We were a team. One team.”

     “I’m pretty sure that isn’t all you were thinking. What’s the rest?” asked Erin.

     “I know,” said Caroline. “The assembly line. We could teach all of the other cabins how to use it. Then we would all be producing more.”

     “Our secret weapon? You want to share our secret weapon?” cried Erin. “Is that it, Katie? Is that what you want, too?”

     “It does make sense to me,” answered Katie. “This project was never about us. It’s always been about the soldiers.”

     Erin hung her head and sighed in surrender. “When do we tell them,” she asked.

    “I’ll ask Ms. Vanden Bosch if I can speak to the group after sing-along,” said Katie. “Now let’s get to arts and crafts. We’ve got work to do.”

* * * * *

     After the other cabins began using the assembly line method, the number of key chains completed each day mushroomed. Although the cabin competition had seemed like a good idea, it had never really been needed. The girls were committed to the project and determined to do their very best.

     Katie and Erin were given permission to use the computer in the camp office to search the Internet for a list of items to include in their care packages. It didn’t take long for them to find the information they needed; travel size personal hygiene products like wet wipes and eye drops, gum and mints, and hand held games. Ivy had volunteered to do the necessary shopping on Sunday after Parents’ Day.

Chapter 25 - Parent’s Day

     The campers didn’t need Reveille to wake them on Saturday morning. Most of the girls were up and dressed by the time the speaker system crackled to life. They had all agreed to wear red, white, and blue to draw attention to Operation Afghanistan. Ms. Vanden Bosch had given them permission to set up a table outside the canteen where key chains would be sold throughout the day. Ivy had covered the table in white butcher paper, and the girls had painted Operation Afghanistan in large letters on the front. Twisted crepe paper fell in swags around the table, and red and blue foil stars held them in place. The girls signed up in two-man teams to staff the table. Libby, always the organizer, had set up a schedule of 30-minute shifts.

     As the girls ate breakfast, they began to hear the crunch of tires on gravel signaling the arrival of parents. Cabin A girls had a clear view of the parking lot from their table by the window.

     A freckle-faced girl knelt in her chair and craned her neck to identify each car as it pulled in.

     “Black Escalade with Missouri license plate,” she announced.

     “That’s me! That’s my mom and dad,” shouted Rachel.

     “Whoa there, girlie,” said Lou. “I know you’re excited, but we have to finish breakfast. You guys will meet your parents in the Twin Pines Pavilion when we dismiss.”

     “White PT Cruiser with Tennessee plate,” continued the Cabin A girl.

     An excited squeal came from the far corner of the mess hall.
     “I can’t wait to see my mom and dad,” exclaimed Libby. “You guys will want to meet them too. Mom promised to bring some of her famous chocolate, chunky-monkey cookies. They’re to die for.”

     “My parents are bringing my best friend from home,” shared Katie. “She wanted to come to camp, too, but her mom is preggo and she had to stay home and help out.”

     “Is she the one that writes you letters all the time?” asked Erin.

     “That’s her,” replied Katie.

     “Hey, Caroline,” asked Ava, “Is your mom coming?”

     “Are you kidding? After she heard about Operation Afghanistan she couldn’t wait to meet you guys.”

     Their chatter continued as more and more cars arrived. Finally, when the girls were about to burst with excitement, Ms. Vanden Bosch called for their attention.

     “Ladies,” she began, “I know you are anxious to see your parents. We have a full day of activities planned for you to enjoy. If there are no further announcements, you may . . .”

     The last words were lost in the movement of chairs and the crush of campers crowding the door. As quickly as possible, they made their way to the pavilion. Caroline was the first to spot her mom.

     “I’ll catch up with you guys later,” she shouted over her shoulder as she ran to greet her.

     Katie and Erin wiggled their way through the crowd hoping to spot their parents.

     “Daddy,” squealed Erin as she ran and jumped into his arms. He spun her around and placed her on the ground as she spied her mom talking to another parent.

     Grabbing her dad by the hand, she pulled him in the direction of the two women just as Katie ran up behind the other lady. Katie placed her hands over her mother’s eyes and said, “Guess who?”

     “Katie-bug,” her mom squealed as she turned and embraced her.

     “Where’s Dad? Where’s Mazie? Did you bring her?” grilled Katie.

     “Hold your horses, Katie,” said her mom. “First, there’s someone here I think you’d like to meet.”

     “Mom,” cried Erin, “I’ve missed you!”

     “Those are words a mother loves to hear,” replied Erin’s mom as she ran her hand through Erin’s hair. “Did you see who I’ve been talking to? This is Katie’s mom.”

     “Really? Hi,” said Erin, “It’s nice to meet you.”

     “Katie has mentioned you in every letter. I’m so glad she has made such a good friend here at camp. And Katie, this is Erin’s mom and I assume, her dad.”

     “That’s right, “he said as he walked up and shook her hand.

     “Hi,” said Katie. “Mom, where’s dad? And what about Mazie?”

     “What about me?” asked Mazie, suddenly appearing out of the crowd. “Your dad and I got lost coming back from the restrooms.”

     “Whoa,” said Erin. “You and Katie should never go camping together.”

     Katie’s parent gave her a quizzical look.

     “I’ll explain it all later,” said Katie as she tossed Erin an “I’ll get you look.”

     While Katie and Erin’s parents chit-chatted, Katie introduced her two friends to each other.

     “So,” whispered Mazie. “When do I meet her?”

     “Meet who?” asked Erin.

     “Duffel Bag Girl,” mouthed Mazie.

     “You mean Caroline?” asked Erin. “She was just here a minute ago.”

     “She’s probably at the Operation Afghanistan table. She and Libby had the first shift. We can catch up with her there, after we grab a snack at the hospitality table.”

     Sipping punch and munching on shortbread cookies, the two families headed toward Operation Afghanistan’s table.

     “Well, Pumpkin,” said Katie’s dad. “I hope you have plenty of key chains, because I brought plenty of money. My office staff and the guys at the Rotary Club all got involved. Your mom’s Bunco group and book club jumped on board, too.”

     “Way to go, Dad. I don’t think there will be a shortage of key chains, but if there is, we can always make more.”

     “How about you, Daddy? Did you have any luck with keychain orders?” asked Erin hopefully.

     “You betcha,” her dad replied. “Last Saturday was our annual company picnic. Mom and I made the rounds. It seems like everybody wants to help a soldier.”

     “Really,” said Mazie. “I have an uncle who’s a soldier, so my whole family bought key chains. I even sold some at my swim meet last week.”

     Erin and Katie grinned and gave each other a fist bump.

     Reaching the table, Katie noticed that Caroline and Libby weren’t there. They had been replaced with two girls from Cabin C.

     “I thought Caroline and Libby were supposed to be here,” commented Katie.

     “You just missed them,” the girls replied. “Their shift ended five minutes ago.”

     “Did they say where they were headed next?” asked Erin.

     “Libby and her parents were going to the cabin, I think, and Caroline and her mom were going to the hospitality table.”

     “I’m starting to wonder if there really is a Duffel Bag Girl,” teased Mazie.

     “Oh, there’s a Duffel Bag Girl alright,” moaned Erin. “I could tell you stories.”

     Katie, Erin, and Mazie waited while the parents purchased key chains. The Cabin A girls tried to act nonchalant and businesslike while handling the transaction, but as soon as the adults turned from the table, they dropped their jaws and stared bug-eyed at the fist full of dollar bills.

     Katie leaned over and asked how the key chain supply was holding up.

     “See for yourself,” Gabby said as she motioned toward the nearly empty crate.

     The girls were elated.

     “Well,” said Katie, “When you run out just keep taking orders. We have three more weeks of camp left after today.”

     The girls led their parents and Mazie down the path to the stables. Both Katie and Erin had become quite attached to their daily mounts and wanted everyone to see them. The paint Katie always rode whinnied and sauntered to the fence as the group approached. As usual, Katie had grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl at breakfast and held it out for the horse as she stroked his mane. Erin’s horse joined the group, knowing that Erin would have a little treat also. Katie’s dad directed the three girls to stand by the fence with the horses as he snapped pictures from several angles.

     “It’s going to be lunchtime before long,” said Erin’s mom as she glanced down at her watch. “Is there anything else you want us to see?”

     “We have to go back to the cabin. I want Dad to take some pictures of all the girls, and Mazie has to meet Caroline. I bet she and her mom are there by now.”

     Walking back toward the cabin, Katie and Erin told Mazie one story after another.

     “You should have seen her,” Erin said, “Flailing her arms and legs and swinging through the air . . .”

     “. . . and then she closed the window and locked Katie out.”

     “Yeah,” said Katie, “But that was all before we got lost together. I learned some things that really helped me to understand where she was coming from. I didn’t tell you in my letter, Mazie, but . . .”

     “Katie, you girls come stand on the bridge while I take a picture,” said her dad as they arrived at the cabin. The girls posed and then escorted their parents inside. Rachel and Libby were both there with their parents, as well as Libby’s two little brothers, identical twins named Walter and Wesley, who were chasing each other over and under the bunks while Libby’s mom tried to catch them. Introductions were made and the parents began to chat.

     “Gee, Libby, I didn’t know you had two little brothers,” said Erin. No offense, but they look like a handful.”

     “No offense taken,” replied Libby, “and they are.”

     No sooner were the words out of her mouth that one of them was pulling on her T-shirt.

     “Wibby,” said Walter, “I wike your cabin, but I don’t want you to wiv here anymore. I want you to come home wif us.”

     Libby scooped him up and nuzzled his neck.

     “My friend Mazie is going to have a new baby brother or sister soon,” Katie said. “Which is it, Katie? You never told me in your letters. Is it a brother or a sister?”

     “I was waiting to tell you in person,” Mazie said. “Remember when I said Mom was doing really, Really, REALLY well?”

     “Yeah,” said Katie. “That letter left me a little confused. Did I miss something?”

     “You might say that,” answered Mazie. “I said she’s doing really . . . really . . . really well.”

     Erin grinned and her eyes got big. “I think I know,” she suddenly blurted out. “You said really three times.”

      Suddenly Katie’s eyes grew big too.

     “OH m’gosh,” they cried in unison. “Your mom’s having triplets!”

     “AHHHHHHH!” the girls screamed, while Libby sent a sympathetic look Mazie’s way.

     “So that’s why your aunt and cousin are coming to live with you. Your aunt is coming to help your mom with the babies,” said Katie.

     “That’s part of it,” said Mazie. “And my uncle’s in the army and she hates being alone.”

     “So,” asked Libby. “Are they boys, girls, or a combination?

     With a look of pain on her face, Mazie grimaced and replied, “Boys. Three little boys.”

     “Wibby,” crooned Wesley. “I wuv you. Will you wift me up so I can kith you on the wips?”

     The girls hearts melted as they took turns receiving “kithes” from Wesley.

* * * * *

     The campers and their parents began to stroll toward the dining hall. Everyone was surprised at how quickly the morning had passed.

     “I’m not leaving here until I meet her,” insisted Mazie.

     “I can’t believe we didn’t run into her all morning,” replied Katie.

     “Count your blessings,” advised Erin. “Did I say that? I’ve actually grown quite fond of her. In fact, a day without Caroline would be like a day without sunshine.”

     “Don’t get too carried away, Erin,” warned Katie.

     As she looked up the path, Katie saw a crate with a familiar pair of legs headed in their direction. A toe, on a foot, of one of those legs suddenly caught itself in a tree-root that crossed the path.

     “Mazie!” yelled Katie. “Look out!”

     Suddenly the crate was in the air, and Mazie found herself entangled in a heap with the other girl at the base of a tree. Stunned, but basically unhurt, the girls began to brush themselves off. Caroline stood up, both hands on her hips. Katie watched and waited for the explosion that was bound to occur.

     “Mazie?” said Caroline as a look of startled recognition crossed her face.

     “CeeCee?” came Mazie’s shocked reply.

     “Caroline, baby,” cooed her mom as she arrived on the scene. “That was a nasty tumble you . . .”

     “Aunt Jillian?” said Mazie .

     “Did I miss something?” Katie murmured to Erin.

     “Uh, Mazie,” cautioned Katie’s dad as he caught up with the group. “You and your friend there need to step very carefully back onto the trail. I’m afraid that’s poi . . . “

     “Don’t,” groaned Caroline. “Don’t even tell me. “

Chapter 26 - So Long, But Not Good-Bye

     Operation Afghanistan was a huge success. All the key chains were sold and there were orders for many more. Ivy, true to her word shopped the next day for all the items needed to supply the care packages. The girls had mastered the assembly line process, and used it again as they packed the items for the soldiers.

     “I checked with Libby this morning and she said we have enough key chains to fill all of the remaining orders,” said Katie.

     “It’s a good thing.” Erin placed some sunflower seeds and Beef Jerky into a box and continued. “My bunk is right next to Rachel’s, and the last few nights she hasn’t been saying ‘ish-kee-bobble-mursh-kee-boom'. Her fingers are moving in her sleep and she keeps saying, ‘strand one across strand two under strand four double-cross.’ I think she’s operating on keychain overload.”

     The girls laughed and nodded their heads in agreement. “I was tying my shoelaces this morning, and the next thing I knew I had a box-stitch goin’ on. How does it look?” asked Caroline as she held up her sneakered foot for them to see.”

     “You’re crazy, Caroline,” teased Katie. “But, you’ll probably start a new fad.”

     “Crazy Caroline! That’s it! That’s where the nickname CeeCee came from. It all makes sense now,” said Erin.

     “Whatever,” replied Caroline as she smirked and rolled her eyes.

     “Gee,” said Katie. “Can you believe tomorrow is the last day?”

     “Don’t talk about it,” said Erin. “At least you and Caroline will still see each other. I can’t believe she’s Mazie’s cousin.”

     “You can’t believe it,” exclaimed Katie. “Mazie and I have been best friends since kindergarten and I didn’t even know it.”

     “Promise you’ll text me when the triplets are born,” pleaded Erin.

     “We promise,” said the girls as they closed the lid on the final care package.

* * * * *

     The familiar crunch of tires on gravel began at 6:30 A.M. on the last day of camp as parents arrived to take the campers home. Cabin D girls were quieter than usual at breakfast. Alicia had been the first to leave and her empty chair was a reminder that soon they would all go their separate ways. One last time, they made the walk from the mess hall to Cabin D. There was no laughter on this trek. Lou sat in a rocker on the front porch chatting with Ava’s parents who had just arrived. The screen door opened and out came Ava dragging her duffel bag behind her. With somber faces, Katie, Erin, and Caroline met her at the bottom of the steps and exchanged farewell hugs.

     “Cabin D forever,” they yelled as Ava rolled down her window and waved good-bye. “See you next summer.”

     Sadly, the three girls entered the cabin to finish packing. The bunks looked pitiful, stripped of their bedding. Saggy blue-striped mattresses and empty dresser drawers seemed to say, “Summer is over.”

     “Erin,” Lou called from the porch. “Your parents are here.”

     Erin gulped and fought back tears. “I guess this is it,” she said as the tears began to flow in earnest.

Both Caroline and Katie threw their arms around her. Never had saying good-bye been so hard.

     “Enough,” barked Lou in her fake mean voice as she entered the room. “You’re making a slobbery mess out of my cabin, and I won’t stand for it.”

     The girls released each other and gave Lou a final hug.

     Erin dragged her bag out the front door and down the steps. Katie and Caroline zipped their bags and followed. Katie’s dad pulled up as the screen door slammed behind them.

     “You’ll be riding with us, Caroline,” he said as he reached out to take her bags. “Let’s stow your gear and hit the road.”

     As the two cars headed out, the girls rolled down their windows and leaned out. With fists raised in the air, Erin, Katie, and Caroline shouted,
                                                               “Best Friends Forever!”

The Katie Chronicles Installment 6

Chapter 20 - The Adventure Begins

     The days flew by, and suddenly it was Friday, the day of their camp-out. True to their word, the kitchen staff had packed a large cooler with hamburger patties, onions, carrots, and a variety of other foods. The girls took turns pulling the cooler up the path to their cabin.

     “Listen up, ladies,” piped Lou. “It’s rest time, and you need to take full advantage of it. We have a long hike ahead of us this afternoon and a camp to set up once we get there. You’re going to need lots of energy, so on your bunks and no talking.”

     Katie was pleased to see another letter from Mazie lying on her bunk. She hoped this letter would make more sense than the last one.

                    Hey, Katie,
                    I hope you are having enough fun for for two
                    people, because I'm not having any fun at all!
                    My mom's belly is huge, which means I have to
                    pick up everything she drops on the floor.  And,
                    in case you didn't know, pregnant women are
                    very clumsy.  Mom drops everything she touches.
                    At least there will be several more helping hands
                    in the future.


                    Oh, News Flash.  My life will be getting worse.
                    If you think "Duffel-Bag Girl" is bad, wait 'til you
                    meet my cousin.  And, you will.  My aunt and my
                    cousin are coming to live with us at the end of the
                    summer.  You haven't met Whiny, Grouchy, and
                    Complainy, until you've met CeeCee.  Mom says
                    I have to share my room with her!  Aaaaagh!


                    Gotta go,


                    Mazie
                

     Wow, thought Katie. And I thought I had it bad. At least my pain in the neck is gone when camp is over. Poor Mazie has to live with hers indefinitely. Grabbing a pen and some paper Katie composed a quick letter to Mazie.

                    Dear Mazie,
                    I feel your pain, and it sounds like you
                    need a break.  Parent's Day is a week from
                    tomorrow.  Why don't you ride down with
                    my parents?  It would be great to see you,
                    and I could introduce you to my new friends.

                    Gotta go.  We're getting ready to leave on
                    our camp-out.

                    I hope you can come.

                    BFF

                    Katie
     “Grab your flashlights, water bottles, and bug spray,” instructed Lou. “Remember, you have to carry anything else you decide to take, so pack lightly.”

     The cabin filled with excited chatter as the girls loaded their backpacks with essentials for the evening. Alicia and Libby stuffed Skittles, M & M’s, Sour Patch Kids, and gum into their packs. Erin slipped her Camp Wickamonga Hoodie over her head as she zipped her backpack closed.

     “It could get chilly out there tonight,” said Erin.

     “Good point,” agreed Katie as she rummaged through her dresser to find her own. “Got it,” she said, tying it loosely around her waist.

     The screen door slammed as Lou entered the cabin

     “Get your packs on your backs, and let’s make tracks, ladies,” said Lou.

     “Alright,” cheered Alicia

     The girls quickly swung their backpacks over their shoulders and gathered on the porch for last minute instructions.

     “I’ll make this short and sweet,” said Lou. “Rule #1: No one leaves the campsite without a buddy. Rule #2: Leave the forest the way you found it. Take only memories. Leave only footprints.”

     “Do we have a map?” asked Ava. “Which way do we go?”

     “No map needed,” answered Lou. “Follow me.”

     And with that, Lou led the gaggle of girls out past the stable and into the tree-line that surrounded the camp. Single file, they marched into the woods following a well-worn path created by the many campers that had gone before them. It didn’t take long for the girls to begin whistling as they marched.

Hwoo-hoo, hoo-hoo-hoo Hoo Hoo Hoooo


Hwoo-hoo, hoo-hoo-hoo Hoo Hoo Hoooo


Hwoo-hoo hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo


Hoo Hoo Hoo hoo-HOO Hoo hoo-HOO hoo-hoooo

     Lou’s long strides had the campers hustling to keep up. The path narrowed and the brush grew thicker as the girls hiked further into the woods.

     Erin playfully picked up a large stick and brandished it like a sword. “On guard!” she proclaimed as she turned and poked it toward Katie and Caroline. Katie immediately brought her hands up in front of her chest, turned, and raised her leg as if to deliver a defensive Karate kick. Laughing, Erin retreated and began using her “sword” to hack at the brush along the trail.

     “How much further?” whined Caroline. “I’m hungry and I’ve got blisters on my heels.”

     “Oh, put a sock in it, I mean . . . uh, on it,” offered Erin. “No body wears hiking boots without socks.”

     “I didn’t bring any socks with me,” moaned Caroline. “My feet are going to fall off if I take another step.”

     “OK, OK, Caroline. I have a spare pair in my backpack,” said Katie. “Have a seat on that log while I find them.”

     Erin stood impatiently as Katie rummaged through her backpack.

     “Uh, Katie” warned Erin, “The rest of the group is getting pretty far ahead. Don’t you think we should catch up with them?”

     “You go ahead, Erin. This will only take a sec, and we’ll be right behind you,” replied Katie.

     “Are you sure?” asked Erin.

     “Absolutely,” answered Katie.

     “OK, then,” said Erin. “See you in a few.”

     As Erin scrambled to catch up with the others, Katie handed Caroline her extra pair of socks. Caroline unlaced and removed her boots to reveal two raw, blistered heels.

     “Ouch!” said Katie as she stared at Caroline’s feet. “I’d be complaining, too, if my heels looked like that. You’re going to need more than a pair of socks. I have some Neosporin and some band-aids in here somewhere.”

     “How about crutches? Do you have those in there, too?” asked Caroline sarcastically. “I mean, for real, Katie. Do you ever do anything wrong?”

     “It’s just band-aids,” said Katie. “I think my mom put them in my backpack before I left home.”

     “There you go, you’re doing it again. You won’t even take the credit for being smart enough to bring band-aids. Why are you always so nice?” Caroline asked.

     “I’m not always nice,” said Katie. “I do lots of mean things.”

     “Name one,” said Caroline. “I bet you can’t name a single one.”

     “Sure I can,” insisted Katie as she racked her brain to think of something she had done lately.

     “Uh, just last night, I threatened to step on your head,” said Katie. “That was really mean.”

     “That doesn’t count,” argued Caroline. “Everybody knows you wouldn’t have done it. What have you actually ever done that was mean?”

     Katie’s mind quickly went to the short-sheeting prank. She wasn’t sure she wanted to own up to that just yet. Moments passed as she considered.

     “There. My point exactly,” said Caroline, “If you have to think that hard, there isn’t anything there. You’re a saint.”

     “Well, that’s just not true. I did do something, and it was mean, and it caused pain,” spouted Katie.

     “Alright then. Let’s hear it.”

     Caroline’s determined, thought Katie. Perhaps now is as good a time as ever.

     “OK. Promise not to get mad?” Katie asked.

     “How can I promise that?” replied Caroline sheepishly. “I get mad at everything, and everybody, all the time. But, I’ll try not to. How’s that?”

     “OK. Well, remember the other night when you lost that . . . er . . . that thing, and you got real upset?” Katie began.

     “Oh, that. I found it. I over-reacted,” said Caroline.

     “Well, the reason you lost it is because I was playing a prank on you. Erin and I short sheeted your bed. I was trying to get back at you for locking me out during rest time. I was seeking revenge. That’s pretty bad,” Katie admitted.

     “Are you kidding?” exclaimed Caroline. “You short sheeted my bed? That’s priceless. I didn’t know you had it in you. Where in the world did you come up with an idea like that? I thought short sheeting was a lost art.”

      Katie stared warily at Caroline. “You mean you aren’t mad?

     “What’s there to be mad about?” asked Caroline.

     “Caroline,” Katie said incredulously, “You get mad at everything.”

     “Yeah, well, you’re kind of growing on me,” Caroline replied.

     “Great,” said Katie, “So, while you’re in a forgiving mood, I’d better tell you the rest.”

     “There’s more?” exclaimed Caroline. “What did you do? Saran Wrap the toilet seat? I’ve been waiting to use that one myself.”

     “No,” replied Katie. “No more pranks, nothing intentional, it’s just that . . . that thing you lost . . . the picture . . . well, I saw it. It must have fallen on the floor when Erin and I were short sheeting your bunk. I went back the next day and found it. I put it back on the floor and then dropped my hairbrush that night so you would find it. I know about your dad. He’s a soldier in Iraq, isn’t he?”

     “Not this time,” replied Caroline. “His first deployment was to Iraq, but this time he’s in Afghanistan. He left two days before I came to camp.”

     “Gee, Caroline,” said Katie, “You must be really proud of him and really scared, too.”

     “I know I should be proud,” said Caroline, “but mostly I’m just scared . . . and mad. My dad’s never around like other dads. I saw you and your dad the first day of camp. He looked nice. You two were having fun together. I bet he’ll be here on Parent’s Day, too.”

     Katie nodded her head.

     “Wait a minute,” said Caroline, “Speaking of Parent’s Day . . . what about “Operation Iraq”? Aren’t you the one who started that whole thing?”

     “Guilty,” replied Katie, “Only now . . . I think it’s “Operation Afghanistan.”

     “Gee, Katie, you really do rock,” said Caroline, “My dad and the other guys will love the care packages.”

     “So, Caroline,” asked Katie, “does this mean we’re . . . friends?”

     Caroline rolled her eyes and smiled.

     “Yeah, I guess so. But, Katie, I’ll still have to grouch and complain from time to time. I have a reputation to uphold, you know.”

     “I wouldn’t have it any other way,” replied Katie.

     “Wow,” said Caroline, “we’ve been sitting here a long time. Find the Neosporin and the band-aids. We need to catch up with the others.”

Chapter 21 - Lost

     Suddenly aware of the lengthening shadows, Katie searched frantically for the items.

     “Here,” she said tossing the Neosporin to Caroline, “Quick, put this on while I find the band-aids.”

     Her now nervous fingers rifled through her backpack. The path is marked, she thought. All we have to do is follow the path.

     “Finally,” she cried, “the band-aids. Hurry, Caroline, we’ve got to go.”

     Caroline quickly applied the band-aids and pulled on the socks. After lacing her boots, she stood ready to go.

     “Calm down, Katie. Camp Wickamonga has never lost a camper yet,” she said confidently.

     Once on the trail, Katie regained her confidence, too. The path, though narrow, was easy to see. In high spirits, they linked arms and returned to whistling the marching song. After a while, the foliage seemed to grow denser, and the girls slowed their pace. Suddenly, as if taken by the same thought at the exact same moment, they stopped and turned to face one another.

     “Are you thinkin’ what I’m thinkin’?” asked Caroline with a stricken look on her face.

     “I’m hopin’ I’m not thinkin’ what you’re thinkin’, “answered Katie, “‘cause I’m thinkin’ we’re lost.”

     “HELP!” yelled Caroline, “H-E-L-P! Is anyone there?”

     “Caroline,” soothed Katie, “Let’s think for . . .

     “Don’t think,” cried Caroline, “Just scream! Help! HELP!”

     “Caroline! CAROLINE! Get a grip! The first rule is to remain calm. We need to assess our surroundings,” insisted Katie.

     “OK, Katie. I’m calm. And, I calmly choose you to assess our surroundings . . . while I calmly . . . SCREAM! HELP! HELP!” shrieked Caroline.

     OK, thought Caroline, one of us is calm. That’s a start. What would Dad say? ‘Stay calm and stay put.’

     “Listen, Caroline, if we keep walking, we could get further from the group. I think it’s best to stay put and let them find us.”

     “And what if they don’t? You do realize they wouldn’t even look for me if I weren’t with you. Furthermore, I’m pretty sure that orange ball sinking in the west is the sun, and once it’s gone, it can get pretty dark out here.”

     “You worry too much,” said Katie. “There’s at least another hour of sunlight left, and I bet Lou has already notified camp security. There’s probably a whole search party out by now. Our biggest worry should be how we’re going to explain why we didn’t stay with the group. Let’s just sit down under this tree and . . . Not that tree, Caroline! It’s poi . . .”

     Caroline leapt backwards as if shot from a cannon.

     “Just kidding,” giggled Katie.

     “You . . . you . . . “

     “Go ahead, Caroline, say it,” prodded Katie.

     “You’re mean!” spat Caroline. “As if being lost wasn’t bad enough.”

     “Sorry,” teased Katie, “I’ve been learning from the best.”

     The girls sat down and leaned against a tree. The setting sun brought a coolness that caused the girls to shiver. Katie was grateful for Erin’s earlier reminder to bring her hoodie, but feeling guilty, she offered it to Caroline as she untied it from around her waist.

     “No thanks,” said Caroline. “You were smart enough to bring it, so you should be the one to wear it.”

     “Actually, it was Erin who thought of it,” replied Katie. “How about we take turns? You wear it the first 15 minutes, and I’ll wear it the next.”

     “I thought you said they were already looking for us . . . that they’d find us any minute. If I wear it 15 minutes and you do too, we’re already talking 30 minutes before we are found.”

     “Just put it on,” said Katie as she helped Caroline into the hoodie. “We’ll be found . . . and soon. I’m sure.”

     The girls huddled close together against the tree. For a time, neither one spoke. Both girls were aware of woodland sounds they hadn’t noticed earlier in the day. A snapping twig nearby caused them both to jump.”

     “So, Caroline,” asked Katie. “Did you study ecosystems in science last year?”

     “Uh, yeah,” muttered Caroline. “Your point?”

     “Well, I was just wondering if you remembered what kinds of woodland animals stroll around at night . . . stepping on twigs.”

     “I think it’s time to scream again,” said Caroline. “Maybe someone will hear. On the count of three let’s both scream. One . . . two . . . three . . . “

     “Caroline! Katie!”

     “I didn’t do that. Did you do that?” asked Katie.

     “Caroline! Katie!” came the cry again.

     “Over here,” the girls screamed in unison. “Over here.”

     To their relief and amazement, the brush parted and Kiefer and Lizzie stepped through.

     “Fancy meeting you here,” teased Lizzie. “By the way, did you hear the one about the two campers who got lost in the woods?”

     Katie and Caroline just glared.

     “Seriously,” said Kiefer, “Are you girls OK?”

     “We’re fine,” said Katie. “I freaked, but Caroline stayed calm and knew all of the right things to do. I would still be walking in circles if Caroline hadn’t insisted we stay put.”

     Incredulous and confused, Caroline opened her mouth to speak, but Katie shook her head and winked. After all, what are friends for, she thought.

Chapter 22 - The Campout

     Kiefer blew his whistle twice, a signal to the rest of the search party that the girls had been found.

     “Let’s get you back with the others,” he said. “I wouldn’t want you to miss out on anymore of the fun. This way,” he added motioning back the way they had come.

     Within minutes, they could hear the familiar chatter of the other girls and see the glow of a campfire already ablaze.

     “Think you can make it from here?” asked Keifer.

     “We’d have to be idiots to get lost this close to camp,” said Caroline.

     “No comment,” said Kiefer as he and Lizzie waved and headed back.

     Turning toward each other Katie and Caroline rolled their eyes and headed reluctantly in the direction of the glowing light from the campfire. As they made their way into camp, Lou jumped up and ran toward them. She wrapped them both in a huge bear hug.

     “I’m so glad you’re back! I’d ask you where you’ve been, but obviously, you don’t know. You were lost,” cried Lou. “We’ve been so worried.”

     “It’s my fault,” said Caroline. “I had blisters and Katie stopped to help me. We started talking, and . . . well, time got away from us.”

     “Well, you’re here now,” crooned Lou. “That’s all that matters. Our hobo meals are just about ready to eat. I hope you didn’t ruin your dinner with nuts and berries out there in the wilderness.”

     “Katie, Caroline,” shouted Erin as she ran toward them. “I feel just awful. I should have stayed with you.”

     “Yeah, and then three of us would have been lost,” said Caroline.

     “Good point,” said Erin. “Actually, I wasn’t worried about them finding you. I knew Caroline’s mouth would be as good as one of those emergency transmitters they use to locate crashed airplanes. Those things keep making noise for days,” added Erin.

     “HA-Ha! Look who’s developed a sense of humor,” said Caroline. “By the way, I’m starving. Did anyone think to throw on an extra hobo meal for Katie and me?”

     “We’ve got you covered,” piped Lou. “Two hobo meals coming right up.”

     Lou helped the girls pull their meal packets from the coals. As the campers tore open the foil, the air filled with the delicious aroma of roasted meat and vegetables. Erin had a reputation for being a picky eater, but something about the hike, the crisp night air, and the fact that she had made her meal herself had her enthusiastically chowing down on veggies she normally wouldn’t touch. All of the girls agreed that this was the best food they had had since they arrived at camp.

     Remembering Rule #2, to leave only footprints, the girls scrambled about picking up any foil that hadn’t made it into the trash bag. Once the campsite was clean, Lou added another log to the fire and everyone sat down on the logs that surrounded it.

     “It wouldn’t be a campout without a sing-along,” said Lou. “We’ll start with a favorite of mine. Just repeat each line after me.

     “Goin’ on a bear hunt

          (Goin’ on a bear hunt)

     But I’m not afraid
          (But I’m not afraid )

     ‘Cause I’ve been on one before

          (‘Cause I’ve been on one before)

     And it turned out fine

          (And it turned out fine)

     Wait just a minute

          (Wait just a minute)

     What’s that I see?

          (What’s that I see?)

     Lou continued leading the chant, which led them through a field, across a river, up a tree, and into a cave. Her facial expressions and hand motions were a sight to see. When they came to the part of the song where they entered the cave, they came face to face with a bear. At this point, they had to quickly recite the song in reverse as if running to escape. Everyone looked so silly. By the time the chant was finished the girls had dissolved into giggling masses.

     For the next half hour, Lou taught the campers a variety of campfire songs. Some of the girls shared ones they had learned other places. Ava, who happened to be from Tennessee, taught the girls the Tennessee Wiggle Walk, which had them flapping their arms and squawking all around the campsite. Exhausted from all their antics, the girls collapsed into heaps around the fire.

     “And now,” said Lou, in a deep mannish type voice, “comes the telling of the campfire ghost story. Wuh-Ha-Ha-Ha-HA-HA-HAH!”

     As if on cue, all of the girls screamed and grabbed their neighbor. And then, Lou began:

     “Once, there was a man who had a wife with a golden arm. For many years, they lived happily in a small cottage in the woods. Sadly, one day, the man’s wife died. A funeral was held, and the woman was buried in a nearby cemetery.”

     “Alas, the man was lonely after his wife’s passing. He would sit each day and think of her . . . and her golden arm. How stupid it was to bury the golden arm with his wife. The arm was worth a fortune. If he had the arm, he would be rich. He could travel the world. And so, that night he hatched a plan.”

     “The next night, dressed in black from head to toe, so as not to be seen, he crept stealthily into the graveyard carrying a bag and a spade. He approached his wife’s grave and began to dig. An owl perched in a nearby tree watched his every move. Still, the old man continued to dig until suddenly . . . his spade struck something hard. The casket. The man dug faster and faster knowing he would soon have the arm. At last, the lid was exposed. Carefully, he began to open it. C-r-e-e-e-a-k. The man looked
around to see if anyone had heard. C-r-e-e-e-a-k. And the lid was open.

     There lay his wife . . . and . . . the golden arm. Quickly the man removed the arm and placed it in his bag. He closed the lid, shoveled the dirt back in place, and returned to his cottage where he hid the arm under his bed.”

     “That night, as the man lay in bed with the golden arm safely under him, he thought he heard a noise. Was it the wind? WOO-OOO-OOO”

     Again, the girls screamed and huddled closer together. Their eyes were wide as Lou continued.

     “Or had the front door opened? The man lay very still . . . and listened . . . Silence . . . And then, he thought he heard . . . footsteps. At first, they sounded very faint, but gradually they grew louder. As the footsteps came closer he heard a familiar voice, ‘Who has my golden arm?’ The man shivered in his sheets. ‘Who has my golden arm?’ He pulled the sheets over his head. ‘WHO HAS MY GOLDEN ARM?’ . . . YOU DO!’” screamed Lou as she reached and lunged for the girls.

     The girls jumped, and screamed, and grabbed each other. Although most of them had heard the story before, it didn’t matter. They screamed every time.

     At Lou’s insistence, the girls began to settle down. Those sleeping in tents had set them up with Erin’s help while the hobo meals were cooking. The other girls began to unroll their sleeping bags and place them in carefully selected spots near the campfire. Although Caroline preferred the idea of sleeping in a tent, Katie and Erin had both chosen to sleep out under the stars. Feeling somehow connected to Katie after their time together in the woods, Caroline too opted for the full adventure.

     “Mind if I sleep out here with you guys?” she asked.

     “The more the merrier,” replied Katie.

     “How about you, Erin?” she asked hesitantly.

     “You bet,” answered Erin. “I may tease you a lot, but camp wouldn’t be near as much fun without you. Besides, you’re grouchy enough to scare away any wild animals that might show up.”

     “G-R-R-R-R,” growled Caroline, but for once, she didn’t feel the least bit grouchy.

* * * * *

     The next morning, the campers woke to the chirping of birds and the smell of bacon frying. One by one, they crawled out of their tents and sleeping bags and the chatter began.

     “I couldn’t sleep a wink,” complained Alicia. “Ava snored the entire night.”

     “Me?” exclaimed Ava. “I don’t snore!”

     “Right,” teased Alicia. “That was a train that roared through camp.”

     The other girls giggled.

     “Try sleeping with Libby,” complained Rachel. “She talks in her sleep. I mean it’s freaky. Her eyes are wide open, but she’s not making any sense. It sounds like ish-kee-bobble-mursh-kee-boom.”

     “Yeah, well, at least I don’t have morning breath,” retorted Libby. “Get a mint.”

     “OK, ladies, breakfast is ready. Let’s eat up, pack up, and head back to camp.”

The Katie Chronicles Installment 5

Chapter 16 – What’s Missing?

     Reveille crackled through the speaker system as the girls in Cabin D began to stir. Unusually quiet, they went about their morning routine. Caroline was no longer pink. Instead, her face was puffy and her eyes were red. She dressed without speaking to anyone and headed up the path to the dining hall alone. Erin and Katie were the last to leave the cabin, purposely lagging behind so they could talk.

     “That was some scene last night,” began Erin. “Caroline totally lost it.”

     “I know,” replied Katie. “I feel really awful.”

     “Yeah, well, I do too, but honestly, Katie, it wasn’t our fault. She never even knew her bed was short-sheeted.”

     “What do you suppose was missing?” Katie asked, “It had to be something small enough to keep under her pillow. Did you notice anything when we were messing with her bed?” asked Katie.

     “Nothing,” answered Erin.

     “What do you think we should do?” asked Katie.

     “I don’t have a clue,” Erin replied. “How can we help her find something, if we don’t know what we’re looking for? Let’s just play it cool for now and see what happens.”

     “I guess,” mumbled Katie, even as her conscience filled her head with guilty thoughts. After all, they had messed with Caroline’s things, and something had turned up missing right after their prank. Even Katie could see where they were the most logical suspects. She had heard Caroline snuffling late into the night. Whatever was lost had to be pretty important for Caroline to freak out the way she had.

Chapter 17 - Making Plans

     Katie and Erin reached the Dining Hall and seated themselves at Cabin D’s table. Caroline’s head hung over her plate of pancakes, and an awkward silence hung over the normally chatty group of girls.

     “Where were Lizzie and her jokes when they needed her?” thought Katie.

     “Well, ladies,” piped Lou, “We have some planning to do. This Friday night is our cabin camp out. We’ll be hiking into the woods where we will pitch camp for the night. Has anyone ever put up a tent or built a fire?

     The girls all eyed one another. Surely, there was a girl scout in the group.

     “I’m not allowed to play with matches,” mumbled Rachel as several girls nodded in agreement.

     “I saw them do it on Survivor: Pearl Island,” offered Alicia. “They had some kind of magic rock and dry grass.”

     “It’s not a magic rock,” Caroline said with a sneer. “It’s flint. And, the dry grass is called tinder. Making a fire is not a big deal. My dad let me do it the last time we went camping, before . . .”

     Caroline stopped abruptly.

     “Before what?” asked Ava.

     “Nothing,” snarled Caroline. “I’m just saying, it’s not a big deal.”

     “Great! Caroline will be the keeper of the flame,” said Lou. “Now, any pup tent pros on the premises?”

     “I can put up a tent, if that’s what you’re asking,” stated Erin.

     “Alright,” said Lou. “Cabin D girls rock! We’ll head out Friday afternoon after rest period. Now eat up. It’s almost time for your first activity.”

     Having broken the silence, the girls began to chatter enthusiastically about Friday’s camp out. The events of the night before were forgotten in their excitement.

     Still, Katie couldn’t help noticing Caroline’s puffy eyes. Whatever was missing was important, and Katie somehow felt responsible.

     Erin gulped her juice and nabbed the last piece of bacon as the girls pushed their chairs in and headed out the door.

     “I’ll race you,” Erin said to Katie, but Katie’s answer surprised her.

     “You go on ahead,” replied Katie, “If anyone asks where I am, tell them I went to the Infirmary.”

     “Are you sick?” asked Erin.

     “Just cover for me. OK?” said Katie as she headed back in the direction of the cabin.

Chapter 18 - The Photograph

     Making her way up the path, Katie tried to think of all the things that were important to her. She had an opal ring, her birthstone, that Nanny had given her on her tenth birthday. However, she would never bring anything that precious to camp. She also had a lucky coin her dad had given to her. Even now, it was in her pocket. She reached in and rubbed it, all the while hoping she would find Caroline’s lost item.

     The screen door squeaked as Katie pulled it open, and the floorboards creaked as she walked across the cabin. Katie was not comfortable breaking camp rules, but she was determined to make things right where Caroline was concerned. Her eyes scanned the room looking for anything unusual. As she reached Caroline’s bunk, she began to search in earnest. Katie crawled on the floor to check under the bed. She swept her arm back and forth beneath it, but only managed to grab a hand full of dust.

     Disappointed, Katie stood and tried to think where to look next. Her eyes fell on the dresser positioned at the end of the bunk. Perhaps something had rolled under it. The furniture was sturdy, made to withstand many summers of campers. Katie grasped one end and tried to pull it away from the bed. It was heavy, but she finally managed to make it move. When she had created a tiny space between the dresser and the bed, she squeezed behind the dresser and started to push. Looking down she saw more dust and . . . something else. The corner of what looked to be a piece of paper stuck out from under the dresser. Katie reached down and picked it up. As she turned it over, she saw that it was a photograph. A man, about the same age as Katie’s dad, dressed in army camouflage standing by a jeep. At first, Katie couldn’t make a connection, but suddenly she realized its importance. She had to talk to Erin. Carefully, she slid the photograph up under her shirt and ran toward the stables.

     “Psst, Erin,” Katie whispered from her hiding place behind a tree. Class had ended and all the girls were on the path headed toward the Canteen. “Over here,” she hissed as Erin turned in her direction.

     “I think I found what had Caroline so upset,” said Katie, as she pulled the picture from under her shirt. “Look at this.”

     Erin looked at the picture and then at Katie.

     “Oh, yeah. This explains everything . . . Not!” replied Erin.

     “Sure it does,” said Katie, “Who do you think the man is?”

     “Uh . . . a soldier?” answered Erin with a bewildered look at Katie.

     “Yeah, that,” said Katie, “but who? Think about it.”

     “I dunno, Katie. You’re clearly the detective here.”

     “Caroline’s dad!” exclaimed Katie in an exasperated voice. “It’s her dad, and he’s a soldier, and he’s wearing camouflage. What does that tell you?”

     “Uh, Caroline couldn’t find him last night because he was wearing camouflage?” Erin asked, grinning at her own humor.

     Katie shook her head and gave Erin a “You’re hopeless” look.

     “He’s in Iraq, Erin. Caroline’s dad is in Iraq . . . fighting in the war. How scary is that!”

     “Wow,” said Erin. “I’d be scared to death if that was my dad.”
 
     “Ya think?” Katie said. “Caroline’s not a bad person. She’s a scared person.”

     “No, I’m pretty sure she’s a bad person,” Erin insisted with a hint of a smile. “So, what are you going to do with the picture?”

     “I’m not sure,” answered Katie. “Maybe I can just slide it back under her pillow and pretend like it was there the whole time.”

     “Sounds good to me,” agreed Erin, “Now we’d better hurry if we want to grab a snack at the Canteen before we go to crafts.”

     Katie carefully wedged the picture in her waistband and under her shirt. She would place it back under Caroline’s pillow at rest time.

Chapter 19 - The Plan

     Ivy was all smiles as the girls entered the crafts room. She quickly pointed out a variety of colored rolls of plastic lace on the table.

     “Choose two colors, ladies, and you can get started on your key chains. I hope you found time to practice,” she chirped. “You might like to choose some decorative beads, too.”

     Katie noticed Caroline carefully selecting blue and white lace, followed by a handful of red star-shaped beads.

     “That combination looks great together, Caroline,” said Katie. “Do you mind if I make one like yours?”

     “It’s a free country,” replied Caroline, “Do whatever you want.”

     Katie selected her materials and slowly began weaving the laces. The “double-cross” certainly didn’t come as easy to her as it did to Caroline. However, as Katie worked with the red, white, and blue materials, she began to weave a plan in her head. It is a free country, she thought, and it’s guys like Caroline’s dad who make it that way.

     With a new motivation to complete her keychain, Katie’s hands began to fly. By the time Ivy gave the signal for clean up to begin, Katie had completed one keychain and begun another.

     As the other girls raced out the door, anxious for lunch, Katie lagged behind. She replaced scissors in the wire holder and swept up snippets of colored plastic lace that had fallen to the floor.
     “Thanks, Katie, for sticking around to help with clean-up. I noticed you made some really great progress today,” said Ivy.

     “Yeah, I finally got the hang of it, and, uh, well, I was wondering if I could take some extra lace back to the cabin with me tonight. I really like making the key chains, and well, it’s sort of relaxing.”

     “I know exactly what you mean,” said Ivy as she gave Katie a quick squeeze. “Take all the laces you want, Sugar. I’m just pleased you’re enjoying my class. And if you find this relaxing, you might like to try my knitting class on your next rotation.”

     Katie grabbed enough lace and stars to make several more key chains and scrambled out the door.

     “See ya tomorrow,” she yelled as the screen door slammed shut behind her.

     She stuffed the laces and beads into her pockets. I’m glad I wore my cargo shorts today, she thought as she made her way to the mess hall.

     The rest of the girls were half-way through lunch when Katie slid into her seat next to Erin.

     “Where have you been?” Erin whispered.

     “Later,” Katie mumbled as she reached for a taco shell and began spooning her favorite fillings into it.

     “Okey, dokey, ladies,” Lou began. “Let’s talk about the camp-out.”

     “Are we really going to sleep outside, on the ground?” groaned Alicia.

     “On the ground, definitely. Outside, if you want the full adventure. Or in a tent, if you don’t,” answered Lou.

     “Full adventure,” Erin whispered to Katie, as Katie took the last bite of her taco and nodded enthusiastically in agreement.

     “We’ve already established that Caroline can build a fire,” Lou said, as she winked and gave Caroline a thumbs-up. “Now let’s discuss our menu. The kitchen staff needs to know what items we will need to take with us. They’ll have a cooler packed for us at lunch on Friday, but we’ll have to do all of the prep at the campsite. Have any of you ever eaten a hobo meal?”

     The girls stared blankly at one another. No one seemed to have any idea what a hobo meal was.

     “Great,” exclaimed Lou. “Another piece of the adventure has just been added. Trust me, you’re gonna love it!”

     Katie and Erin glanced sideways at each other and shrugged. Caroline would build the fire and Lou would plan the menu. There definitely was an adventure in there somewhere.

* * * * *

     “OK, give it up,” insisted Erin with a very determined look on her face. “I hope you’ve come up with a plan to get back at Caroline for that nasty trick she played on you yesterday.”

     “I’ve got a plan,” said Katie, “But not exactly the kind you were thinking of. I couldn’t stop thinking about Caroline’s dad and all of the other soldiers in Iraq. Here we are at camp, having the time of our lives while they’re over there putting their lives on the line everyday. I thought we could do something for them.”

     “Way to go, Katie,” muttered Erin. “I’m plotting revenge, and you’re contemplating kindness. I’m thinkin’ maybe I should be feeling pretty bad right about now.”

     “Sorry, Erin, I don’t mean to come off like Mother Teresa,” apologized Katie. “Revenge crossed my mind at first, too. It’s just . . . I dunno . . . I like this idea better.”

     “Well, let’s hear it then,” urged Erin.

     Katie pulled a keychain from her pocket and showed it to Erin. “See this?” she asked.

     “We’ve established the fact that I’m hard-hearted,” sneered Erin, “But I’m not blind. I see it.”

     “Well, Parent’s Day is coming up, you know.”

     “Katie. Focus,” said Erin as she pointed two fingers quickly at Katie’s eyes and then to her own. “I thought we were talking about key chains.”

     “OK,” blurted Katie. “Here it is in a nutshell. We make key chains. Lots of them, and when the parents come on Parent’s Day, we sell them. We use the money to buy . . . I dunno, stuff soldiers like, but can’t get easily. Chewing gum, mints, whatever. We’ll find out. Then, we’ll make care packages and mail them to Caroline’s dad and the soldiers in his troop. We’ll get the whole camp involved. If each girl makes just 2 key chains a day, and there are 64 girls here at camp, and we have 2 weeks until Parent’s Day, and we sell the key chains for $2.00 a piece . . . Well, I’m no math whiz, but I think that’s a lot of money.”

     “I’m pretty good at math,” said Erin, “And it is a lot of money. Don’t forget some of that money would have to pay for the supplies. And I don’t think our parents could buy all of those key chains.”

     “Maybe not, but my dad could take some to work with him and sell them there. Other parents could do the same. We could take orders. Who knows how big this could get. It’s for a good cause, and I know we can do it,” insisted Katie.

     “OK,” said Erin, “I’m in. But what about Caroline and the picture? How are you going to get the picture back?

     Katie looked straight at Erin with that oh, so familiar grin.

     “Don’t tell me,” said Erin shaking her head. “You’ve got another plan.”

     “Stick with me, kid,” replied Katie. “I’m just getting started.”

* * * * *

     True to her word, Katie had a plan. That night as the girls crawled into their bunks, Katie “accidentally" dropped her hairbrush to the floor.

     “Uh, Caroline,” Katie casually requested, “Could you hand me my brush? Clumsy me dropped it. I think it’s between the bunk and the dresser.”

     “I just got comfortable,” grouched Caroline. “Can’t you get it yourself?”

     “I could,” Katie began sweetly, “But I’m afraid,” she continued with a sneer, “that I might STEP ON YOUR HEAD, ON MY WAY DOWN.”

     Grudgingly, Caroline threw back the covers and climbed out of bed. Crawling on her hands and knees, she reached under the bunk and swiped her hand back and forth searching for the rogue hairbrush. Huffing and puffing, she complained the whole time.

     “Being on the bottom bunk doesn’t make me your slave,” Caroline hissed. “Did it occur to you to be a little more careful with your belongings? It could have fallen on my head!”

     Katie waited expectantly. She had managed to place the picture of Caroline’s dad under the bunk while the girls had played their evening game of German Spotlight.

     “Did you find it?” she finally asked, as Caroline suddenly grew quiet. “Caroline? Caroline!”

     “I found it,” Caroline answered in a strange voice.

     “Great,” replied Katie as Lou turned out the lights. “Just put it on the dresser. I’ll sleep better knowing it’s where it belongs.”

     Yeah,” mumbled Caroline, “Me, too.”

* * * * *

     The rest of the week went by in a flurry of excitement. Once Katie shared her idea with the other girls, they couldn’t make key chains fast enough. For the time being, Katie kept the part about Caroline’s dad to herself. “We’ll be supporting our men in uniform,” she had said as she explained the project. The important thing was to get the key chains made and sold.

     The girls dedicated every spare minute to “Operation Iraq,” a name Erin had bestowed upon the project. Some of the girls had already written their parents letters explaining the project and asking them to take orders. Katie couldn’t wait for Parent’s Day. She was anxious, of course, to see her mom and dad, but even more excited to see how successful “Operation Iraq” would be.