Chapter 3: Camp

I turned and looked back at Terri, another one of Becky’s seemingly endless number of girlfriends. She was eighteen too, about five and a half feet tall, and a brunette. She had hazel eyes, a slightly crooked nose, broken when she was in grade school and a wide, generous mouth.

She wasn’t gorgeous, or even pretty, really. She was ... cute, an average looking girl, with an offbeat sense of humor and a pleasing personality. And, she had a great little body that she hid under baggy clothes. She had what looked like thirty-four C breasts, a taut and flat little belly, slim hips, a trim, firm, world class ass and great legs. She didn’t date, at least I’d never heard Becky say anything about Terri dating.

We reached the top of the stairs and I stopped, dragging my attention from Terri and looking speculatively at the camp next to my brother’s camp. It’s New Jersey owners had used it for only the first two summers after my brother bought his camp. The man had had a heart attack at the end of our second summer at camp and died, and his wife didn’t want to come up here alone. She’d rented it for two or three summers at a ridiculously low rent, but now the place was falling apart from neglect and she couldn’t rent it anymore at any price, and apparently couldn’t afford to or didn’t bother to maintain it.

The building itself was in the shape of a ‘T’, with the crossbar facing the lake and the upright pointing towards the road. The part that faced the lake was about thirty feet long and perhaps twelve feet deep and it was two stories high. The part that made up the upright of the ‘T’ was about forty feet long and maybe twelve feet wide and only one story high.

The two-story part was on a solid concrete foundation, and it was in fairly good shape. It had been added before the neighbor had his heart attack. The one story part had been the original camp. It was a heavily modified box car from the 1930’s and had been here for perhaps ninety years, and it looked it.

There wasn’t a straight line in it. It had been widened from it’s original eight and a half feet wide to twelve feet wide. It had originally been on concrete blocks, which had long, since sunk into the ground, and the building itself was now sitting on bare earth. The floors were rotted, as were the bottom third of the walls. God only knows what was holding it together.

‘Genie, you said that when you’re fulfilling wishes, it doesn’t tire you out in any way.’ I thought to her.

‘That’s right.’ she nodded.

‘You ready to do a little work, babe?’ She smiled and nodded again. ’Ok. Here we go.’ I pointed to the neighbor’s camp. ’I want this camp to be mine. I want it to have the same layout it has now. The back half should look the same on the outside as the front half, you know, as far as the paint being weathered and stuff like that. The construction should be reasonably straight and true, like the front half. The whole thing should be on a concrete foundation that matches what’s under the front half.’

She did a complicated something with her hands and I watched, my jaw falling open as the back half of the building kind of ... grew back, I guess you could say. A foundation sprouted out of the ground and lifted the building, and then the walls straightened up, the boards losing the swollen, rounded edges that rotten wood has and becoming for the most part, straight and true. The roof lost its broken back sag and became level and the curled, heat baked shingles flattened out and flowed together, matching the rolled roofing material that was on the roof of the front half of the camp.