Camp is over. Everyone has left except for us. Mary and I have talked some and I believe God has answered my question. And I believe that is a “no” in regards to Mary.
We had a drama contest at camp and the Parkway Temple kids scored the best. It is great to know that I’ve trained them well.
In retrospect, these have been good but weird days. Everyone, even the girls I’ve only known for a week, quickly begin talking to me as though I’m their best girlfriend. I don’t want to be a girlfriend; I want to be a boyfriend! It is a curse as much as it is a blessing.
I think Sharon has the best idea. God forgive me for being so blunt sometimes. It is backfiring. The bus ride is getting bumpy; hopefully I can write about the people here a little later on.