When I was a timid thirteen-year-old, I fell asleep on the bus at summer camp. With the seat to myself, as per usual, I pressed my forehead to the window and felt it vibrate against my skull. Fox-faced, gossipy Sophie glared at me and whispered into her friend's ear. A gaggle of boys began to use the empty seat next to me as a card table, dealing out the deck right over my head. Their raucous laughter eventually lulled me to sleep. Fitfully. I awoke to one of the boys nudging my arm, card outstretched in his hand. "Wanna play?"