room. Everyone had been wakenedâand freaked outâby the noise of Mr. Mackâs arrival. The confusion hadnât been helped by the sight of him being hustled into the kitchen to be questioned.
Mrs. Smiler and the parent chaperones had just started to get the kids semi-settled down again when Mrs. Osgoodâs loud âNo! No!â had come ringing out of the kitchen. That had stirred things up again and started what sounded like a stampede behind me in the main hall. I didnât even think about what I was doing. I quickly pulled the kitchen door shut, cutting off the sight of Mrs. Osgood and that frighteningly bloody green jacket. A big head bumped against my hip. It was Poe-boy. Together, the big black dog and I turned to face the crowd that actually stopped surging forward and got quiet when I thrust my hand up toward them, palm out.
Asa was at the front of the crowd and he took a hesitant step toward me.
âWhatâs going on?â he said in a shaky voice.
His face was pale. Even though he was still physically taller than me, I realized at thatmoment both how scared he was and how calm I felt. I also came to the recognition that there really was nothing that scary about him after all. He and his friends, who were huddling together behind him like chickens expecting to get picked off by a hawk, looked like nothing more than frightened little boys. I scanned the other faces in front of me, boys and girls who were my classmates but seemed to be seeing me in a new way. Harle, Cody, Willy, Heidi, Tara, and everyone else. They were all waiting, even Mrs. Smiler and the parent chaperones who were at the back. They wanted reassurance from me, even those boys whoâd made me so miserable for so long.
I knew in my heart that if I survived this night I would never be afraid of Asa and his crew again. For the first time I understand something that my mom had told me one day when I came home after being picked on by bigger kids. âBullies,â she said, âact that way because theyâre afraid.â
I also knew, for whatever reason, that what I had to do now was say something to help everyone calm down. âItâs okay,â I said. âMr. Mack got hurt, but it wasnât bad. Mr. Wilbur will be out in a second to explain things. Settle, okay?â
It wasnât what youâd call oratorial eloquence. But it worked. The kids calmed down, no longer milling about like a herd of cattle about to head for the nearest cliff, and Mrs. Smiler moved to the front. She raised her hands in a shooing gesture.
âOkay, campers,â she said, âyou heard the man. Partyâs over. Everybody retreat to their own crash pad.â
Then she turned, smiled at me, and leaned close. âBaron,â she said in a soft voice, âyou are one cool dude.â
A hand grasped my shoulder from behind. âIâll second that,â Mr. Wilbur said. âThink I need to say anything to the kids now, Ginny?â
Mrs. Smiler shook her head. âI think itâs all groovy for now. What they need to do is get some sleep or theyâll be basket cases tomorrow.â
âMore than they already are?â Mr. Wilbur smiled, but I could tell that his smile was forced.
âWhat is up?â Mrs. Smiler said.
âWeâre still figuring it all out.â Mr. Wilbur shook his head, his brief smile vanished now. âLetâs just say I was a little too right in my misgivings about our new camp director and his staff.â
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Misgivings. Not a bad word for how Iâm feeling now. Not fear, but a vague uncertainty about what exactly is going to happen next. Aside from being certain that, whatever it is, it is not going to be good.
Iâve slipped back into the kitchen after the other kids were settled into their sleeping (or lying awake with their eyes wide open while being filled with dread) areas.
Poe-boy, of course, has followed me, although he leaves my
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