I was halfway through a baloney sandwich when Maggie strolled up. “Where have you been hiding?”
“Around,” I said with a shrug. “Where’s Mom and Dad?”
“Mom when shopping with her sisters and the last time I saw Dad, he was drinking beer and playing horseshoes with the brothers.” Maggie rummaged around in the cooler until she found a Ziploc bag filled with carrots, celery, cauliflower, and broccoli. “I got quite the lecture after you left this morning,” she said between bites. “Mom and Dad are afraid you’re trying to hook-up with Holly.”
“Have Seth or Kevin tried to get with you yet?” I asked.
“Relax, big bro,” she said, picking up on my meaning. “But since you’re a brat, I’m supposed to chaperone you and Holly. Hey, if you get lucky, can I watch?”
“Shut-up, bitch.”
“You really think Holly is prettier than me?” she asked.
I studied her for a moment trying to figure out if she had overheard our conversation, too. If she had, that meant she wasn’t quite as fast asleep as I had thought when I was getting changed in front of her. “Why?”
“Because Mom said that’s what you told Holly and Dad went to the fucking left about it. He said that if you were going to hook-up with her, you might as well hook-up with me, too.”
“Fuck him.”
“No thanks,” Maggie laughed. “You know I’m not going to tell anyone anything, right?”
“I know.”
“Except I told Holly you have a big dick.”
“What the fuck?” I demanded while choking on the last bite of my sandwich.
“Well, she has a right to know. Not every girl wants a big dick.”
“You’re crazy, you know that?”
“Crazy enough to know you should take your swimsuit off the line and hide it,” she said.
“Why?”
“Because I told Dad you were going swimming with a bunch of the guys while I spend the afternoon hiking in the woods with Holly.”
It took me a moment to realize what she was saying before I started smiling. “Is Holly cool with that?”
“Yeah, except I’m really doing that.”
“Oh,” I said, confused.
“But you can come, too.”
“Is Seth or Kevin or someone coming with us?” Maybe she had worked out a double date or something.
“Probably not,” Maggie said, ducking into the tent and leaving me confused. I followed after her.
“Wait a second, why am I going?”
“So you can spend time with Holly,” she said as if I had lost fifty IQ points.
“And why are you going?”
“Because if you hook with Holly, I want to watch. Now, do you mind? I want to change.”
I pulled my swimsuit and towel off the line behind the tent and came back around the tent in time to see Holly strolling towards us. She smiled as soon as she saw me. “Are you coming with us?” she asked.
“Sure,” I said, reduced again to one word/one syllable answers. It didn’t help seeing her wearing a pair of Daisy Duke jean shorts and a bikini top. It was all I could do to give my single word reply to her face and not her cleavage.
Because the camp had eyes everywhere, we made a big show of me walking away from the two women. Once I caught up with them, I stashed my swimsuit and towel inside the small backpack Maggie had packed. Of course she made me carry it.