Chapter 47

Jackson laughed.

“Come on, city boy,” I said, calling to him. “Don’t just sit there like a lump on a log!”

Jackson got shyly to his feet, tried to dance, but the music was unfamiliar to him.

“Hold on,” he said, crouching down to change the station, and suddenly our camp was filled with the sounds of “Boogie Oogie Oogie.” Now that he was in his element, he treated us to some cool disco moves. Noah clapped his hands together happily and immediately began to try to imitate him.

I smiled as I watched them, the entertainer in me thinking they made a good pair and could bring the house down if they wanted to. I pictured them in Mama’s living room during Noah’s upcoming birthday party. Not even Mama could turn her nose up at that. It was just too cute.

When we got tired of dancing, we built the fire high, which drove off the mosquitoes. Overhead the stars looked down on us with their immensity and mystery. A half-moon rose and slowly moved across the sky.

Jackson and I talked.