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there.”
    â€œWait, what ?” Olivia looked around. “Can everyone else keep up with her all the time?”
    â€œHannah’s hammer made me think of a weapon, andthat made me think of ‘lance’—small ‘l,’ which made me think of ‘Lance’—big ‘l,’ which made me think of Vivek again,” said Lucy. “Hannah, it’s okay if you get your hammer to open the footlocker. Till we started looking around, my nana didn’t even know she still had it. So let’s just pretend it still doesn’t exist.”
    Hannah said okay—even though she didn’t exactly understand what Lucy had said. “We’ve got stuff to do before dinner, you guys. You all need to finish unpacking.”
    While Hannah looked for her hammer, Grace asked, “Can we go back to the Vivek part?”
    â€œVivek told me he was in Silver Spur Cabin,” said Lucy.
    â€œThe plot thickens!” said Olivia.
    â€œ When did he tell you?” Grace asked.
    â€œLast week when he called me,” said Lucy.
    â€œHe called you at your house ?” said Grace.
    Lucy looked at Olivia. “Didn’t I just say that?”
    â€œYes,” said Olivia.
    Emma tried to explain. “Lucy, Grace is surprised because—”
    Grace cut Emma off. “What else did Vivek say when he called you at your house?”
    Lucy looked from Emma to Grace and back. “Uh . . . his parents are supposed to go to India this summer. He thinks I’m brave for fighting a wild animal.” She shrugged. “That’s about it.”
    â€œSo do you know where he is now?” Grace asked.
    â€œSilver Spur Cabin?” Lucy said.
    â€œNo, he’s not!” Grace said. “He isn’t here yet. Nobody’s seen him.”
    â€œWeird,” said Lucy.
    â€œHere you go.” Hannah had found the hammer, which was pink. She handed it to Lucy and told her she could use the flat end to pry the footlocker open.
    Lucy didn’t listen. In one motion, she took the hammer and swung it hard.
    Thwack— the latch sprang, and the lid popped up like someone startled awake.
    Lucy grinned. “ That was satisfying.” She handed Hannah back her hammer and started to unpack.

CHAPTER FIVE

    An hour later, the girls of Flowerpot Cabin had put away their stuff, and Hannah had gathered them to sit in a circle on the varnished red-clay floor. In the middle of the circle lay construction paper, drawing paper, four pairs of scissors, a new box of markers, and glue.
    â€œOkay, so you know we have the whole no-electronics thing?” Hannah began.
    Olivia put her hand to her heart and moaned, “Don’t remind me!”
    â€œI keep reaching for my phone,” Emma said.
    â€œMe too,” said Grace.
    â€œOh, it’s not that bad.” Hannah was getting used to it. True, she hated not being able to text Travis, and she hated even more not getting texts from Travis. But she liked writing him postcards—four, so far, which she granted might be excessive. Anyway, he had promised to write her back.
    â€œSo the point is no electronics is not the only new thing,” Hannah said. “Another one is this team-building activity.”
    Different as they were, Grace, Emma, Olivia, and Lucy agreed on one thing. They hated team-building activities: “No-o-o-o!” they chorused.
    Hannah pressed on. “Tonight at the campfire,” she said, “all the cabins have to present what they’ve done, and then we get s’mores. So this is a step on the road to s’mores. Okay?”
    â€œDo you get in trouble if we don’t do it?” Emma asked.
    â€œWe didn’t do have to do team-building last summer,” said Olivia.
    â€œDo we get points?” Grace asked.
    â€œDo we get to draw?” Lucy asked.
    â€œThe points count for Top Cabin,” Hannah said. “And yes, you do get to draw. The idea is