There were eight counselors and one older guy, Mr. Williams, who was in charge of everything. We never saw much of him though and I just tried to stay as close to Gary as I could. Nobody seemed to suspect anything at least, but I still felt nervous and hoped Ron and Janice wouldn't say anything to anyone.
That night we roasted more marshmallows and had sing-alongs and all that stuff. There were three fires going because there were a lot of kids, like fifty or sixty of us probably, and I found myself sitting between Gary and Ron with Janice sitting on the other side of the black man. That didn't make me feel any better either. I kept waiting for one of them to say something, but Gary seemed to be pretty relaxed and he'd rub my back a little and nobody noticed.
"Hey," Ron whispered, "after
