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3 The trailer was actually kind of fun. It had four narrow beds built into the sides. And it had a table we could sit around to eat or play cards. It even had a small kitchen. At night, we’d pull into a trailer camp. Dad would hook the trailer up to water and electricity. And we spent the night inside, in our own private little house. We hit another bump. I heard the trailer bounce behind us again. The car lurched forward as we started to climb into the mountains. “Mom, how do I know if I’m getting carsick or not?” Elliot asked. Mom turned back to us, frowning. “Elliot, you never get carsick,” she said in a low voice. “Did you forget?” “Oh. Right,” Elliot replied. “I just thought it might be something to do.” “Elliot!” Mom screamed. “If you’re so bored, take a nap!” “That’s boring,” my brother muttered. I could see Mom’s face turning an angry red. Mom doesn’t look like Dad, Elliot, and me. She is blond and has blue eyes and very fair skin, which turns red very easily. And she’s kind of plump. My dad, brother, and I are skinny and sort of dark. The three of us have brown hair and brown eyes. “You kids don’t know how lucky you are,” Dad said. “You’re getting to see some amazing sights.” “Bobby Harrison got to go to baseball camp,” Elliot grumbled. “And Jay Thurman went to sleepaway camp for eight weeks!” “I wanted to go to sleepaway camp, too!” I protested. “You’ll go to camp next summer,” Mom replied sharply. “This is the chance of a lifetime!” “But the chance of a lifetime is so boring!” Elliot complained. “Wendy, entertain your brother,” Dad ordered. “Excuse me?” I cried. “How am I supposed to entertain him?” “Play Car Geography,” Mom suggested. “Oh, no! Not again!” Elliot wailed. “Go ahead. I’ll start,” Mom said. “Atlanta.” Atlanta ends with an A. So I had to think of a city that starts with an A. “Albany,” I said. “Your turn, Elliot.” “Hmmmmm. A city that starts with a Y...” My brother thought for a moment. Then he twisted up his face. “I quit!” My brother is such a bad sport. He takes games too seriously, and he really hates to lose. Sometimes he gets so intense when he’s playing soccer or softball, I really worry about him. Sometimes when he thinks he can’t win, he just quits. Like now. “What about Youngstown?” Mom asked. “What about it?” Elliot grumbled. “I have an idea!” I said. “How about letting Elliot and me ride in the trailer for a while?” “Yeah! Cool!” Elliot cried.