Authors: James W. Hall
“Tomorrow after we pick the board,” I said, “we'll go see how the new school building is coming along.”
Sugarman nodded.
“Leaving our campsite cleaner than we found it.”
Rusty had another sip of her drink and was on her feet again.
“Another dance, kiddo? My knee's acting up, needs some action.”
We went out to the sand again. We danced till the moon was low in the sky, and kept on dancing while the band packed up to go home.