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I hadn't been here then, so I looked at Marilyn with a "what the fuck is he talking about" gawk. She rolled her eyes, putting her lips to my ear. "A girl got knocked up and had to go home. It caused a lot of problems for Dan. Parents got bent out of shape - almost sued the camp." My mouth dropped open and I stared at her. "You got some secrets to share, Sacramento?" Dan looked at Marilyn with his lips thinly drawn. Dan had this thing for calling all the girls by the place they came from. Funny, how he never did it with the boys. "No, Dan. Sorry, go ahead." Marilyn put on her perky counselor demeanor and waved. "There will be no funny business at camp this summer! Got me?" Dan stared hard at everyone there. I looked around at the rest of the group to see the reaction.
"Got me, Topeka?" Shit, just because I looked around… "Sure, Dan. No funny business." "This means you girls do not drive the boys insane. And you boys do not encourage the girls to do so. Do you all understand me?" "Yes, Director Dan." Everyone responded together in moments like this and called Dan by his formal title. To me, though, it always sounded like a character from Sesame Street.