-Jacey-
“... So what you’re saying is some kindly fishermen took you to the old fly-in camp and just left you there?” my father said for the thousandth time.
It was a simple lie, but I wasn’t used to lying to him. I had to, though, because I didn’t want Caleb getting in trouble for what had happened to Bill. I also didn’t want the lumberjacks to make good on their threat.
“We told them it was close enough to camp. Then they didn’t have to do the pull-through,” I explained.
“You should have asked them to bring you all the way to camp,” Jeanie added her two cents, her hand on Caleb’s shoulder as we sat side-by-side on the picnic table bench in our camp. My father was on my left side. Jeanie was on Caleb’s right.
My father nodded his agreement. “That was rather stupid of both of you. On
