It was only a thirty minute drive to Camp James Ray on Lake Texoma, so Cody enjoyed sleeping in until ten thirty. When he woke up, he loaded his car, trying not make eye contact with his mother and, at the same time, avoiding his, once again, drunk stepfather. Eleven o' clock rolled around, so he ate lunch, and at eleven fifteen he began his good-byes. Luckily, with Daniel, good-bye consisted of a handshake (with his left hand, of course, because you can't shake hands with a beer bottle in the way) and a nod of the head.
Surprisingly though, saying good-bye to his mother was harder than expected. She wrapped her arms around him and said, "I'm sorry. I know you hate me now, but please try and enjoy yourself. It has been so hard without your father here..."
Cody could hear the sobs she was holding back, so he knew she was serious. "Mom, I don't hate you. I'm upset, but I still love you. And I know. I just hope you will be alright on your own while I'm gone." They broke, and Cody pretended not to see the single tear that Martha tried to wipe away. He walked to the car, then turned, saying, "Four weeks istn' that long. I love you Mom. Daniel..." He paused, trying to find the right words, then laughed. "Party on." Daniel raised his beer in a silent salute and a final good-bye.
Cody got in and turned the car on and waved one last time to his mother and stepfather. Martha wasn't even trying to hide anymore, she was crying as she waved a trembling hand. Cody backed out of the driveway and drove for five minutes, then pulled over and let the tears of guilt flow.
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