The camping

Chapter 2

They managed to get all their travel gabs into the trunk of the car. There was still enough space for the food! Achievement of the day accomplished, they now passed to the next stage: food. During Judith's absence, Kristine took the opportunity to make another list of easy-to-prepare meal. They went to the grocery store where, as Judith foresaw, the parking lot was crowded.

"I hate this town," Judith mumbled, cutting off the contact.

"It's not so bad. You only say that because you have bad memories.

Judith shook her head.

"I'm not talking about memories. Everyone has bad memories."

"So what are you talking about?"

"I have nothing more to do here."

Kristine got out of the car before asking for explanation. What did she mean?

"My life is no longer here."

"Your parents still live here."

"Have you seen them lately? Yours maybe, but I haven't seen my dad in over two weeks. I met my mother in the entrance of the building almost three days ago, but she didn't say a word to me. So explain to me why I would stay here until the classes start again."

The young girl closed the car door and walked to the grocery store without turning to her friend who seemed shocked by the revelation. They entered the store and began to buy what Kristine had written on the list. They made the rounds of all possible rows and filled the basket with everything on the list - and like most people - much more. Kristine had added a few bottles of alcohol. A classic for camping, I guess. Judith noticed the many bags of marshmallows.

"Do yo intend to provide everyone to the campsite?"

Kristine giggled, shrugging.

"Why not? Maybe there will be some nice campers to meet."

"If you say so, but I don't count on it too much."

"It could happen very well! Nobody knows what's going to happen."

"Please!" Judith sighed, rolling her eyes. "We're going to a campsite. Not in a nightclub."

"It's possible to meet Prince Charming anywhere."

"Don't be so ridiculous!"

The two girls laughed and continued their shopping. The time went by and the grocery store was crowded. Judith was just pushing the cart, operating through the other carts. Kristine consulted the list and filled the cart with what she had written. They heard a noise of vibration. Judith rummaged through her purse to find out if it was her cellphone. Believing that it was their friend, she took the devise and was ready to answer her. It wasn't Annie. Kristine flung her a quick glance, laughing. Her smile vanished by seeing the expression on Judith's face. The latter bit her lower lip without leaving the screen out of sight. She did something before storing the device back in her purse.

"It wasn't him, wasn't it?" Kristine asked, nodding her head.

Judith answered nothing, but her friend wasn't stupid.

"Are you going to report it to the police? It's a violation of the protective order, you know."

"I know, but it's not worth it. I blocked him again."

"Again? What do you mean? This is not the first time he has contacted you?"

"It doesn't matter."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because we leave the city for a week and as soon as I return, I move."

"And how did he get your number? You've changed it, haven't you?"