Elijah
Jeremy and I hurried to take down the camera and the sound equipment before the rain turned from slow, heavy drops to a full-on deluge. We all crowded into the camper to escape the downpour. Jeremy, however, went back out into the rain to bring in the leftover food. He kicked back on the sofa and balanced the cardboard box full of pastries on his belly. “What?” He asked around a mouthful of danish. “We can’t let them get all soggy out there!”
Anthony brushed past everyone and went to my bottom bunk, kicked off his shoes and laid down. Harley headed in the opposite direction, and crawled onto the full-sized bed in the back. I poured myself a coffee and sat down next to Mayah at the dining table. She leaned against me, and I draped my arm around her.
Jeremy lifted an eyebrow at us.
