"Whaddayumean you won't be home for a week?" Ginger cried over the phone just about as loud as the shouting New Yorkers honking at our taxi which was going approximately 1 mile an hour.
"Sorry, Ginger, but this is more than you know. Trust me, just stay with Grandma and I'll be back as soon as I can."
She harrumphed on the other line. "Fine, just be safe."
"Love you, Ginger."
"Bye Lexi."
After hanging up I turned to Keith. "For the billionth time, where are we going?" For the billionth time, he didn't answer. "Dammit Keith."
He snapped his head towards me. "We're going to Blaze's camp. Happy?"
I shrunk back. "Okay, okay. Geez, you don't have to bite my head off."
He didn't reply or even look at me.
When we arrived to our destination, I climbed out of the cab and walked to the other side where Keith was standing. "Okay, why are we in the middle of the forest?"
He laughed. Twisting his fingers in a weird way, reality shifted, and we were standing at a summer camp entrance. It read, "Camp Meelent's."
"Let's go," Keith said.
