CHAPTER 37
I hate the fact that Hee-Man is here laboring beside me, but when I suggest that he sit back and let me do the heavy lifting, he looks at me as if I’ve told him one of my favorite American dishes is fried monkey meat.
So we’ve been working together steadily side by side, and after our first several faltering attempts, we’ve found a rhythm that’s working out well enough. It takes about five minutes to fill the burlap sack half full of stones. That’s about as full as we dare. Otherwise we risk ripping the bag, and we’d be stuck shuttling stones up this hill two or three at a time.
Hee-Man carries the bag slung over his shoulder like Santa Claus, and then when we come to the hill I take over. I don’t think that’s necessarily because I’m stronger than my friend. Right now, if Hee
