Saturday morning Corrie works us hard doing clean-up in the main building. She's a sort of good-looking female, even if she is twenty-five or more even.

       Today is Randy's first day as crew chief, and is he ever loving the right to give orders. The closer it gets to lunch time, the more he revs up. "Hanson, get them buckets over here. Mopping this floor is the last thing on the list, and you gotta have it done by 11:30. Get them boot marks cleaned off." He goes around the room, leaving a trail of grumbling kids behind him. "Neil, you start putting away the brooms and stuff. The rest of you guys put them chairs and tables back." A couple of times, Dan looks like he's going to step in and tone down Randy's bossy orders, but then he steps back and watches.

       Neil takes the mop from me, and shakes the working end around my head. "If I wasn't going home soon, I'd mop him right on the end of Randy's pointy nose."

       "Hey, shake that thing at him, not me. You're getting me all wet."

       Neil plunks the mop back down into the bucket of dirty water. "Am I ever glad he's gonna take a hike Monday," he whispers in my ear. "Think of having to listen to him go on like this for a whole week." Then he leans even closer, "He's still counting me in. Can't you do something?"