Wednesday, as Fox had said they would, everyone pitched to clean up the area that encompassed the main part of the Encampment. As far as Davie was concerned it wasn’t all that hard. Well, except for getting on the cabin roof to clean stray leaves out of the cistern. He wasn’t exactly afraid of heights. After all, he’d crashed more than once on rooftops after leaving home, but they were flat. The cabin’s was pitched like a normal home. Grey volunteered to do it. Davie almost let him before deciding to face his fears. By the time he made it to the cistern his toes ached from instinctively trying to grip the shingles even though he was wearing tennis shoes. Next time I’m doing this barefooted, he promised himself.
Thursday, because it had rained hard the previous afternoon, it was back to th
