In the camper registration line, Bax runs back to some of us wild smiling and says, “Free fucking haircuts!”
“Oh, how wonderful,” Oni preens, touching his hair like he’s in a Pantene commercial. “It’s been weeks and I’ve been craving a neck trim.”
An emphatic Ugh from all us boys. We’re not really into Oni’s brand of prissy pretentious coquetry anymore. He’s been doing it since forever but now that we’re older it reminds us of our mothers and we don’t want to be anything like our mothers.
