Mia looked offended.
I almost laughed.
Then Denise said, “Your daughter was skipping free periods to set tables for dinner.”
I turned toward Mia.
“Why?”
She shrugged. “Someone had to.”
“No,” Denise said. “Someone was already assigned.”
“Your daughter was skipping free periods to set tables for dinner.”
Mia picked at her bracelet again.
I recognized that habit.
She did it whenever she wanted a conversation to end.
Denise walked us outside.
“Come on.”
***
Campers passed carrying duffel bags and calling goodbye to each other.
One girl spotted Mia.
“Mia Rule!”
Mia groaned. “Please stop.”
She did it whenever she wanted a conversation to end.
The girl laughed and kept walking.
I looked at my daughter.
“What is the Mia Rule?”
“Nothing, Mom.”
Denise fought a smile and lost.
“We’ll get there.”
***
Mia had talked about this lake almost every night.
I had loved those calls.
“What is the Mia Rule?”
