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back who were being quite rowdy. When he pulled off of the main road and began to head down a rather narrow lane back toward the retreat site, we all heard a loud noise. It sounded like something exploded. Quite suddenly, the left front end of the bus pitched down. The Reverend got out of the bus and studied the situation. When he got back on the bus, he broke us up into two groups. The first group consisted of mostly the younger children, and he put Jenna in charge. I can still recall how the Reverend instructed us to stay close together and follow the path. He kept the older boys with him. We were several feet from the bus, walking down the path, when he called out to us that he would be along just as soon as the problem was solved." |
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Kelto had also accomplished something else. His story forced me off my self-imposed one pack a day limit. I got up, poured myself another drink, opened a fresh pack of cigarettes and returned to my perch on the edge of the bed. |
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"I have no way of knowing how far we had walked or how long it had taken us, but I suddenly realized that Jenna was alarmed. She had us huddle together and hold hands. We could all hear strange sounds. The trees there are mostly scrub, not much height to them; the soil is pockmarked and cluttered with large boulders. I was holding onto a little girl named Anita, and she was crying. |
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