But Mom and Dad were positive that she’d love summer camp. It was something that they’d always wanted to do as kids but never had the opportunity to do. Being ten and not knowing what an ‘opportunity’ was didn’t make it okay in her mind. But her clothes were being washed and ironed and the suitcase was open ready to be packed for this unwanted ‘opportunity’. She scuffed her shoes on the kitchen floor as she went to sit at the table for supper. She’d helped her grandfather pick the peas that were cooking and she laughed because she knew that peas would be on her plate and her sister’s plate for supper. Her sister didn’t like peas. She’d watched as the small plate of peas wouldn’t be eaten and then they would go into the refrigerator and out again for the next meal. Mom didn’t like to waste food and peas were good for you. But Lilly knew that eventually the peas would be thrown into the bowl that Tippy got of left overs from the table. She thought it was a pretty fun game that they played. ‘I wonder if they will have peas at summer camp.’ Lilly loved peas and she loved to pop open the shells and scoop them into the bowl. They made such a cool sound. And she knew they tasted good as well, even raw!
“Lilly aren’t you getting excited? We are going to drive all the way to Okoboji tomorrow so you can go to your first year of camp!” Lilly almost panicked, what was she talking about ‘first year’ of camp? Do kids actually go for a second year? “Okay, I guess so.” Lilly spoke quietly and focused on eating her peas one at a time. Stabbing each pea carefully with her fork and slowly chewing it before she attacked the next innocent green pea. Mom and Dad began to talk about the trip and what they needed to remember and what time they were leaving and how her sister was staying with Grandpa. Supper was almost over and right on schedule like a rerun of a movie, her sister refused to eat her peas although the potatoes were gone in a flash, and the empty threat of ‘sitting there until she was finished’ was long past. Lilly asked to be excused and stuck her tongue out at her sister as she got up from the table when Mom and Dad weren’t looking. Maybe it would be okay to be gone for a little while, and then she wouldn’t have to watch the plate of peas go in and out of the refrigerator. But that didn’t seem like a good enough reason to go so far away from home; she really did like her sister but didn’t want anyone to catch her being nice to her. That’s what sisters did, at least on television they did.