Volume 4, Number 5, Page 4


Marshmallow Despair

A tragic love story/parody of Ernest Hcmingway's A Farewell to Arms/page waster Previously in Marshmallow Despair: Fred is spending the summer at Camp Hedonada, where he has fallen in love with Kathy Berkley. However, he has been forced to flee after counselors threatened to send him home for taking a shortcut through the woods. As we rejoin the story, Fred is escaping down the river. Part IV I swam back through the cool clean water near to where the camp Hedonada buildings were and then the short distance across the lake to the girls' camp. When I arrived at the shore I went to find Kathy. I knew the man who taught tennis at the girls' camp and he loaned me some of his clothes to replace the cold wet ones I was wearing. Kathy had told me the name of her cabin and I went there to try to find her. I knocked at the door of the cabin. A counselor swung open the screen door and it creaked. "Who are you?" she asked. "I am Kathy Berkley's brother. I must speak to her. It is very important. A family emergency." "All the girls are doing arts and crafts today. The cabin is half a mile that way." She pointed. "Thank you." I got to the arts and crafts cabin and looked for Kathy. She saw me. None of the other girls recognized me. I explained to Kathy what had happened. "We can stay here in the arts and crafts cabin," she told me. "There is a room upstairs." Kathy and I spent all day in our room making lanyards and macaroni necklaces. Outside we could see the clear cool lake and the fat green trees which stretched into the cool blue sky and we could see almost over to the dry yellow fields and sometimes we could hear the girls talking to each other outside. "Do you like it here?" she asked me. "It is lovely. We have a fine life." "I was afraid you might be bored." "No, I am crazy about you." "So you are not bored with me?" "No." "You are not bored with the lanyards?" "No. " "You're such a nice boy." "You are a brave girl." "That's a beautiful necklace you are making." "You like it?" "Very much." "I thought you might not like the wagon-wheels." "I do like them." "I am glad." "What a fine life we have." "It is a lovely life." That night there was a knock at the door. We heard hard footsteps on the floor beneath us. "Should we hide?" Kathy asked me. "What do you think?" "All that matters is what you want." "You are so good to me." "I will never leave you." "I am nothing without you." "Will you never go away?" "I will never go away." "You are such a nice boy." "You are a brave girl." "Should we hide?" "Would you like to?" "It might be fun." "All right." I pushed past the piles of dust to lie on the cold hard wood floor under the old bed in the room and it was dark and I wondered if my parents had sent cookies. Kathy had not found a place to hide. A minute later a counselor entered the room. "Are you Kathy Berkley?" "Yes." "You have no business being here without permission. You will be sent home immediately." He led Kathy away down the stairs and it was over.


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