CHAPTER 44
It’s late in the afternoon, but judging by the position of the sun, I’ve still got over an hour’s worth of work left before the evening bell rings. A week or longer has passed since Hee-Man took off. I’m still shuffling rocks up this hill, still talking to my imaginary friend. The only difference is the temperature has continued to drop. This morning, the entire camp was covered with frost.
It’s times like this I’m thankful for the physical activity. Just a few trips up and down that hill and I start to sweat.
“You know,” I say to my invisible friend, “this was easier when you were actually here to help.”
I’m not mad at Hee-Man for abandoning me. If I had a family to go home to and permission to leave, I wouldn’t have even stuck around for that last goodbye, but I find mysel
