“Right,” Lily said. “Looks like poison ivy. I bet it itches, doesn’t it.”

“All the time.”

“We’ve got something you can put on there to stop the itching and quiet down the inflammation, but it’s going to have to get better on its own. I think if you’re going to be in the…woods like that again, shorts are not a good idea.”

“I won’t again,” he said vigorously. “Thank you, thank you.”

She smiled. “Once you get dressed, wait for me out front and I’ll bring you the ointment with instructions. You can shower like normal. It’s not contagious.”

“What about swimming?”

“You can swim in the lake.” She managed not to smile.

“Thank you, Dr. Davenport.”

She smiled as he left. “That part went well.”

* * *

The rest of the morning was filled with the usual orientation-type discussions, with all the campers congregated in the great room while Sarah went over things like meal schedules, the daily roster of events and where to find them, quiet hours, and reminders that the counselors were available twenty-four seven, and if there was anything urgent, campers could always find her or Lily. Lily stood in the back, mostly watching the teens, who for the most part seemed to be paying attention, with a few notable exceptions. Ford Langford sat on one of the leather sofas with another girl, a redhead Lily remembered being named Shannon Kelly. The two of them spent the entire time heads close together, talking. Lily picked out Marty Riley sitting with several other campers on a bench off to one side of the room. She couldn’t tell if Marty was actually with the others but didn’t see them talking with anyone. Natalie came in toward the end of Sarah’s presentation and made her way over to Lily.

“Good morning,” Natalie said.

“Hi.”

“Getting settled?”

Lily smiled. “Most of the shock has worn off.”

Natalie chuckled. “That’s right. Sarah said you came up from New York City.”

“Yes.”

“Quite a change?” Natalie asked.

Lily laughed softly. “A little bit. But I have to say, I’m kind of excited and looking forward to the summer. It’s beautiful here.”

“It is.”

“Are you doing one of the sessions?” Lily asked as Sarah told the campers to take a break before meeting at the shore in swimsuits.

“And don’t forget to stop at the facilities building and get a PFD,” Sarah called as the campers crowded toward the door. “No vest—no kayaking.”

Natalie said, “I’m going to talk to them about general water safety. We have an entire series of talks on how to get along in the wilderness that we work in with the skills they’re learning. So it’s a little bit of education and hopefully a little bit of fun.”

“Yes,” Lily said, “I saw that kayaking drills were scheduled for today.”

“Ever do any kayaking?” Natalie said as they walked out onto the porch.

“No, I’m a sailor.”

“You’ll like it.”

“I will?” Natalie smiled and Lily appreciated how attractive she was. “Why am I going to enjoy it?”