KAITE'S POV
"Got it all, I think." I said as Jackson put the list away.
"Oh, and here's a little something from your Grandpa, a brand new deck of cards. Maybe you'll find someone on this continent who can actually whip your butt at poker." Uncle Jackson said as he pulled a deck of cards out of his pocket.
"I doubt it but thanks. And thanks for bringing me, Jackson." I said as Uncle Jackson hugged me tight almost crying.
"And remember, if you change your mind and want me to pick you up at the end of camp, I'm only a phone-call away." Uncle Jackson said in a sad tone.
"I'll be fine. See you in eight weeks, Jacky ol' pal." I said smiling.
"Eight weeks it is." Jackson said as I put my hand out, he took my hand and we did are secret handshake. With all kinds of moves in it like a butt bump, a wave under the chin, and a shimmy to-and-fro. When it was over, Uncle Jackson resumed to his proper Butler demeanor and got into the Limo.
"Katie Stewart?" Marva Jr. asked me from behind.
"Yes, hello. I apologize if I'm late. My plane was fogged in leaving Heathrow. You know how London is in June." I said as I turned around.
"Can't say that I do. Never been to jolly o'l England but never-the-less, welcome to the U.S.A and what we like to think of as the most beautiful place on God' green earth- Camp Walden." Marva Jr. said as she took a huge sniff of fresh air, but a bug flew up he nose. "Oh, jeez, a bug flew up my nose." She screamed as she tried to blow it out, her nose generally going crazy.
"Are you all right?" I asked as she got a hold of herself.
"Oh sure. Just one of the hazards of camp life. You have a little shnoz...you'll be fine." She said pointing to my nose.
"With this honker, you got problems." Marva Jr. said indicating her own nose.
"Okey-dokey, let's get this show on the road." She said as she looked at all my luggage.
"Can you manage?" I asked.
"Manage? Uh, sure... Suppose I can... Why not?" Jr. said as she awkwardly gathered up all of my luggage and leading me toward my bunk.
"I know this sounds weird, but have we met before?" Marva Jr. asked as accidentally stepped in a gopher hole and stumbled forward.
"Met before? No,no, I don't think so. I'm positive I'd remember you." I said catching her from falling.
Soon we arrived, Marva Jr. was huffing and puffing, as she lead me up the steps of the freshly painted Navajo bunk.
"Showers are to your right. Rec room's to your left. Mess hall's straight ahead. Chow's at seven, twelve- fifteen and six thirty. Mother gives five demerits for being tardy, so don't be." Jr. said as she held the screen door open with her leg and trying to balance my suitcases under her scrawny little chicken arms.
I stepped into the cabin and looked around, eight cots with seven girls unpacking and getting into uniform.
"New arrival, girls. Name's Stewart." Marva screamed as she slammed to the floor with my stuff.
A little black girl with her hair in corn rows, playing her Game Boy named Jackie.
"Your name's Stewart?" Jackie asked ash she looked up from her game.
"Katie Stewart. Just arrived from London, England. First time in the country, I believe, right, Kate?" Jr. asked as she picked up herself off the cabin floor.
"Yes, ma'am, just arrived this morning, which is actually tonight for me, which makes this tomorrow morning, which... (I notices everyone watching me) makes me a ' bit jet-lagged (I noticed and empty cot) Is this one mine?" I asked as the girls went back to unpacking.
"Yep. Has to be made every morning right after reveille. Mother's a stickler for neatness, so remember to police your area daily. Now, change into your uniform, Stewart, chow's at thirteen hundred. and Mother gives five demerits..." She said as she made her way to the door.
"--for being-tardy. I remember." I said as Marva stopped short and stared at me.
"But thank you for reminding me, Ma'am." I said as she walked out.