On Thursday, the third letter comes. Camp isn't as bad, but it's still pretty awful. We have the most painful and bad swimmer's itch possible. I'm in SO much pain. My cold is even worse than before.
Sailing is really fun, though.
Everything else is boring. Please come and pick me up on Saturday at 9 a.m. So you arrive at 9 sharp on Saturday expecting to find her a miserable, sniffling mass of open, itchy sores. But she's actually pretty chipper - glad to see you, but busy exchanging addresses and hugs with her cabinmates. On the way home, she tells you about her wonderful counselor.