“Oh, Nora,” Evelyn said, her voice going up.

“I didn’t hear your truck pull in.”

“That’s nice camping gear,” I said, pointing at the price tags hanging from the cooler handles.

“Mark set it all up,” Evelyn said, looking past my shoulder at the empty football bleachers.

“He said we were doing a little family getaway before the fall semester starts.”

“Where are you staying?” I asked.

“Somewhere up near the northern lakes,” Evelyn said, shifting her weight from one foot to the other.

“Mark said he took care of the billing through his professional travel account, so Mom and I only had to pack our clothes.”