Alternating-perspective Stories

"It's Callie right? From Washington's camp?" I instead ask, hoping that faking some unfamiliarity will ease Callie's wrath. She tips her head to the side, eyes still blank. "Oh right. July was it?" I can't help but laugh at that. "August, actually. Common mistake." "Right," Callie answers. She seems less amused. "I didn't realize there was someone else from Santa Clara there." She almost sounds accusatory. But maybe I'm imagining it. "I'm from all over the place, but I just moved here."