We waited until after lights-out that night. Then we waited some more, for Rusty’s bunk check at eleven thirty. We’d all gone to bed with our clothes on, so as soon as we heard him whistling his way back down the path, we were good to go.
Everyone went except for Norman. The seven of us left him at the Muskrat Hut and took off. We went around behind the cabin, then up through the woods, so nobody would see us on the trail. It also gave me a chance to talk about Norman.
“You guys should stop calling him Booger Eater,” I said, once we were out of earshot. “I don’t think he likes it. Who would?”
“I guess,” Smurf said. “It’s just kind of always—”
“Yeah, yeah. That’s how it’s always been,” I said.