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this camp I’d still feel as if I was in charge of him.
    “And if anything were to happen, and we know it won’t, they’d just get hold of your mother or your aunt — or me.”
    “You?”
    “Do you think I’m too old to help sort things out if there’s a problem?”
    “Of course not, but it’s pretty far away,” I said.
    “Where is this place?” Mr. McCurdy asked.
    “I don’t know exactly … hold on a second. Mom gave me a couple of brochures about the place,” I said as I dug into my carry-on luggage. I pulled them out and handed one to Mr. McCurdy.
    “You can hang on to that one if you want,” I said.
    “This isn’t that far,” he said as he put his finger on the address on the back of the brochure. “I could be there by car in less than a day.”
    “But even if I needed to, how could we get in touch with you? You don’t have a phone.”
    “You got a point there.” He paused. “You have your friend Erin’s telephone number, don’t you?”
    I nodded. I had all my friends’ numbers programmed into my phone.
    “Then if you have any problems you call Erin, and she’ll come and tell me you need to talk to me.”
    “That would work.”
    “Course it would. And if you think about it, I might even be the best person for you to contact if there’s a problem.”
    I gave him a questioning look.
    “Think about it. Your aunt lives pretty well on the other side of the country and has her own family to take care of, right?”
    “Three kids.”
    “And your mother, once they get a message through to her, is just as far away.” He paused. “Besides, don’t you think she deserves a week without worry?”
    I nodded. That was something I thought everybody needed but some of us never got.
    “So if you have a problem, just call Erin and she’ll tell me. I’ll take care of everything. Okay?”
    Again I nodded. “Thanks.”
    “No need to thank me. Helping each other out is what family’s all about.”
    Family. I liked the sound of that.
    •
    “I don’t know why everybody complains about airplane food,” Nick said as he shovelled in the last of his meal. “This is really good!”
    He had eaten his meal at the speed of light. It wasn’t that big a meal, but the speed that he’d devoured it with had amazed me. I was picking away at mine slowly.
    “Don’t you like yours?” he asked.
    “You may be the only person in the whole world who likes airplane food.”
    “If you don’t like it, can I have yours?”
    “No, you can’t!” I said indignantly.
    “But if you don’t like it, then why can’t I have it?”
    “Because it’s mine, and it’s all I have.”
    I dug my fork in and took another small piece. I thought that it was chicken, or maybe fish. I was certain it wasn’t beef … or almost certain.
    “Do you think they’ll feed us at camp?” Nick asked.
    “No, Nick, they’re going to starve us for a whole week.”
    “I mean, are they going to feed us as soon as we get there?”
    “How would I know?”
    “I don’t know. You just seem to know everything … or at least think you know everything.”
    “Thanks,” I said sarcastically. “Here, have a look at this.” I pulled the last copy of the camp brochure out of my bag. “It mentions something about meals.”
    Nick grabbed it from my hands. “Where’d you get that from?”
    “A couple of copies came in the mail a few days ago. I gave Mr. McCurdy one.”
    He opened it and started to read. I’d already looked through it. It wasn’t very professional-looking. It looked like somebody had made it on a home computer — a home computer without a spell-checker. I’d counted four spelling mistakes, not to mention how badly it was organized, and it had no pictures and —
    “This actually doesn’t sound bad,” Nick said. “They have more animals than Mr. McCurdy.”
    “It’s a zoo camp, so wouldn’t that be expected?”
    “I guess. I mean, I just hadn’t thought about it much.”
    “You never think of anything