Trey Beckwith's dad just stood there with his son and pretended to be exasperated and bored, but mostly just checked out all the female counselors.

Trey, who was in my cabin and was a genuinely cool kid, was fucking mortified. When he caught site of Van getting in line for a second goodbye hug, he begged his mom to go, and she relented, but not before giving Van a second hug. A sly grin on her face told me that she knew exactly what my cabin-mate was doing.

Before the dust settled behind the Beckwith's retreating Escalade, Bob rolled up in one of the camp's Gator utility vehicles. In the...