Anyway, it was time for supper, and we all ran and left everything lying around like we’re not supposed to, when we heard that gong to come along and dig in. It smelled so good when we got into the mess hall, we sat there at the table and banged our cups on the table, hoping the racket would get the food out quicker.
We had beef stew full of potatoes and carrots and turnips and even some beef. No, I’m kidding, there was lots of beef. And there were hot biscuits too, so when we put margarine on them, it dripped all over and tasted scrumptious.
The stewed prunes for dessert didn’t go down so good, but we dunked gingerbread cookies in with them and if you took a bite of the cookie along with the prunes you could kind of forget the prunes. Almost. Kerry had an accident and dumped his prunes on the floor. He didn’t seem to mind cleaning up, this time.
After dinner, Mr. Henderson organized a volleyball game for the girls and a baseball game for the boys. Mr. Farraday played ball with the girls and he was just too good for us. Like, we hardly ever got a chance with him on the other side. He got tired of playing with us anyway, thank heavens, and went over to empire the boys' game. Some of the kids played badminton, but there was a stiff breeze, and the birdies kept going all over the place.
We had another bonfire, but there were no more marshmallows. Instead, Mr. Henderson surprised us by bringing out hot dogs, and told us to roast them on the end of long sticks. We all thought we were stuffed after supper, but it turned out we weren’t after all, because we all had plenty of room for roasted hot dogs. They were even better than the marshmallows and I didn’t get any in my hair.
Some of the guys started to chase some of the girls around in the bushes and stuff, and you should have heard them screaming. The girls were screaming, not the guys, they were kind of growling, pretending to be bears or something.
The rest of us sat around and sang, and it was bales of fun. I mean, who wants to be chased around bushes by a bunch of boys, anyway? I wonder how come some girls get chased by some guys, and some don’t, though.
It seemed much cooler than the night before, and we washed up really fast, at bed time. Like, it wasn’t so much washing up as kind of pretending to, you know? I didn’t feel dirty anyway, so who cares?
“Eeeeooo!” Sally said. “Look at that Jennifer Feldman, would you? She’s not even washing up and if anyone needs to, it’s her. Have any of you got a whiff of her lately?”
“You’re a great one to talk”, I said right back to her. “Water wouldn’t do you any good. What you need is a scraper for all that guck you’ve got on your face. Like me to scrape it off for you?”
“Oh, shut up, child”, she said, and she turned her back to me. But she kept on talking about me to some of the other girls. “Poor Jennifer is so dumpy looking”, she said. “I feel sorry for her, kind of. No wonder none of the boys are interested in her. And did you smell her when she stood downwind?”
I just ignored her and walked out with Jennifer and Diane, and Donna came running after us, whining that we hadn’t even waited for her. Heartbreaking, really.
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