Dave looked at Joey. Joey picked at his food. “It wasn’t anything. Somebody had to do it.” He glanced at Dave. “One of my kids sprained his ankle trying to climb over some timber my last year as a counselor.”
“You always took good care of your charges,” said Mr. Hollins. “That’s why I’m glad to have you up here to do this job. I know you’ll do it right because you care about those kids.”
“Thanks Mr. Hollins,” said Joey.
“Even I can see how much you love this place,” said Dave. “I never had nothing like this when I was a kid.”
“It’s been in the family for almost fifty years,” said Mr. Hollins. “We don’t really make money off it, but I won’t give it up for anything.” He went to clean up the kitchen with a bit of a sad smile.
“What’s wrong?” asked Dave, looking at Joey.
“His kids aren’t
