I don’t see him the rest of the day, even though I’m looking. So much for going back to bed, as if I can possibly sleep now. I spend way too much time hanging around the main building, hoping to catch another glimpse of him, hoping he’ll see me and come over to talk, despite the fact I don’t know where he works or what he does during the day. I look for him at each meal but he isn’t there. After dinner, I can’t hide my disappointment. I feel like a pouting child, upset because his friend won’t come out and play.
My mother notices something’s wrong. When we leave the building, I linger on the deck in the hopes of seeing Travis and tell my parents to go on back to the cabin without me. “Are you feeling okay?” she wants to know.
“Fine,” I lie, though I’d feel better if Travis would show up
