It look almost a week to hear back from Carmen.

"Bee,

Calm down. This is not as big of a deal as you're making it. Feel the situation out from that side. Get to know him. Tell Lena after the summer is over. I dunno about Tibby. Good luck.

Is Eric there?

Many Hugs,

Carma"

Bridget sat with her feet just touching the water. She felt the presence of someone walking up to her, but she didn't turn around.

"Hi," a smooth voice said. It was Eric.

"Look who decided to realize I exist," Bee said snottily without looking up.

"Bee," Eric whined, "Please don't act like this."

"I don't think you can tell me how to act," Bee got up, put her sandals on and walked to the cabin.

"Why are you so steamed?" one girl asked her as she trudged into the cabin.

"I know!" yelled the only girl that had been in Bee's cabin the year before last, "You only make that face for one reason. Should I tell them Bee? Or do you? Or would you rather just keep it a secret?"

Bee nodded, "Go ahead Erin. I don't care."

"Well, you see," Erin said in a gossipy voice as she began telling the story about Bee and Eric.

"No wonder you hate him," said Emily.

"I don't really hate him."

"Then what do you feel for him?"

"Indifference. I'm way over him."

"I'm not sure I believe you," said Erin warily.

"That's because I don't believe myself," Bee sunk down in her bed, "I couldn't be as mad as I was and indifferent at the same time," she said frankly.

"Hey," she said after she had resumed her position on the beach. Kostos was walking along the beach, "This is a great beach isn't it?"

"Yes," he replied, "I've been walking along here for quite some time. Its good to have the afternoon off."

Bee nodded, "So how'd you get this job?"

Kostos sat down next to her, "An old coach of mine is an executive here," he explained, Bee opened her mouth to ask who but Kostos began speaking before she did, "No, you do not know who him. He owns a portion of this camp, but is never here," Kostos paused, "I needed out of Greece, so I grabbed the chance to be anywhere but there. So I found a place near here for my family, and we flew from Greece to New York to Los Angeles to here."

Bridget knew what connecting flights someone needed to get from Greece to Baja California. Lena had done it the summer before last, "That must have been a long trip. Why aren't you visiting your family right now? I doubt you get too much time off to see them."

"I was planning on going in about an hour. I could have dinner there instead of the glop this camp calls food."

Bridget laughed appreciatively. The camp food wasn't good, "Well I hope you have a good time with your wife and kid tonight," Bridget smiled softly.

"Thank you Bridget, I will," Kostos replied awkwardly. Bee knew he was trying to make the situation with Lena, she, he, and his wife seem less weird. It didn't help, but it was nice that he was trying, "I can not wait to taste Greek food again tonight," Bridget tried hard not to giggle at his last statement. He was being so open with her, but he was also acting like the description Lena gave at the end of the first summer of a "stereotypical Greek".

"Is it hard not having the types of food that you've had all your life?" Bridget tried to make conversation.

"At first it was," he began, "I've gotten used to having American food all the time over the last week and a half. I was born it America, you'd think I'd like some of the foods a lot. In my opinion Greek food is so much better."

"Thats totally understandable. You've ate it more often."

Kostos nodded, "Food is very important to Greeks."

"I've heard," Bee chuckled.

"Oh. I need to go change for dinner. I will see you at practice tommorow," he said turning from her and walking back to his cabin.