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encouragement, Millie.”
    â€œFifty is great!” Lydia says. “We should have a party!”
    â€œNo party,” I say emphatically, cutting off Martha Stewart before the invitations can be addressed and sent.
    â€œWhy not?”
    â€œMy party self will be bingeing that day. If anything, it should be declared a day of mourning.” Millie nods her head in agreement—which I’m not sure I like—while Lydia gapes at me.
    â€œYou’re no fun.”
    â€œSorry to burst your bubble, Lydia. I’m just not into the attention this year, okay?”
    She struggles to agree. It goes against everything in her nature to ignore a birthday event, but her aversion to arguments wins out. She finally nods.
    â€œWell, now that that’s settled,” Millie says, as if brushing her hands of the matter, “I’ve told you, Beverly says they received a great response with donations from alumni for the camp restoration.” Her eyes spark with excitement. “This is going to be so awesome. I can hardly wait.”
    â€œTo tell the truth, girls, if I didn’t feel such loyalty to Aspen Creek, I would be afraid to try this trip,” Lydia says.
    Millie and I pause to look at her.
    â€œIt makes me a little nervous to take Waldo out. I’m not comfortable with that. Greg always managed Waldo. I just went along for the ride.”
    Millie pats her hand. “We’ll help you, Lydia. This will be an adventure, you’ll see.”
    I try not to gape here. Lydia’s staring at her too.
    â€œHave you been sucking on helium balloons again?” I ask, referring to the time I coerced her into doing that with my birthday balloons at camp. The director had walked into our room and asked us why we weren’t at the afternoon session, and Millie said—in her Mickey Mouse voice—“I’m not feeling very well.” With her mouth dangling, Mrs. Woodriff just stared at Millie. If she hadn’t spotted the balloon, I’m sure she would have whisked Millie off to the hospital in a heartbeat.
    â€œNo helium.” She grins. “Just rediscovering who I really am.” Before we can say anything, she goes on. “Oh my goodness, I forgot to tell you girls. Guess who Beverly said is coming to help at the camp?”
    Lydia and I stop our forks midair. “Who?”
    â€œEric Melton!” Millie’s eyes are wide, and she’s smiling as she thumps back into her chair.
    â€œReally?” Lydia’s right hand reaches up to straighten her hair.
    â€œEric Melton, aka Mr. Egomaniac? That Eric Melton?” I ask.
    â€œAs I live and breathe.” Millie wipes her mouth with a napkin. “I couldn’t believe it when Beverly told me. Wonder what he looks like after all these years.”
    â€œOh, that’s right. He didn’t make it to the reunion,” I say, noticing that Lydia’s face has turned a curious shade of pink.
    â€œHe’s probably still a jerk,” Millie says with a grunt. “Remember how he always used to run the palms of his hands along the sides of his head to smooth his hair when girls were looking? It’s a wonder he didn’t rub his head bald.”
    Millie has a way of saying things.
    â€œHopefully his ego has toned down a bit,” she continues before finishing off the last of her broccoli. She turns to Lydia. “Didn’t you date him a couple of times?”
    Lydia lifts her glass of tea and without looking at us says, “Yes, I did.” Ice clinks against the side of the glass before she takes a drink. “If you hadn’t been going steady with Tony, he would have asked you out, Dee.”
    â€œHe was pretty cute,” I say. “But I did have it bad for Tony,” I add in a dreamy voice.
    â€œYeah, lasted for all of, what, two weeks?” Millie laughs.
    â€œDon’t knock it. That was a record for me back then.” ’ Course, I beat that record