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“We might be able to use it someday, you never know…”
Marcus answered.
“I’ll go with you,” Lucas said and the two boys sealed their
deal with a smile.
Time passed; after drenching the city of Kamloops the
tempest passed too heading east toward Salmon Arm and the
students after they attended their last class for the day, they prepared
for their supper. George the Cretan cook had chicken soup
for them tonight. Marcus and Lucas sat together; they exchanged
glances; their signal; they horsed around and some of their food
was spilled on the bench. Father John who was on duty punished
them to kitchen duty; the two boys, not that they didn’t expect
the punishment, one could argue that they seek it, smiled vaguely
and soon after their supper was finished they went to George,
who laughed seeing Marcus was on duty again: George wasn’t
naïve he had learnt that some youths had a good sense of conspiracy
and they ganged together so he wasn’t surprised the least
when he saw them coming with a smirk of a smile on their lips.
Needless to say that no other calamity would befall upon them
other than the opportunity to clean the big kitchen pans and pots
and then get a good size slice of a pie from the Cretan cook who
always stood by them.
After nine thirty in the night when all the kids and teachers
had gone to sleep Marcus got up from his bed making sure
he didn’t make any sound and getting Lucas up they sneaked
out of their sleeping quarters. They tip toed to the hallway and
to the basement to the far side of the building where the woodworking
shop was located. Accustomed to the faint night gleam
that came in the space from the windows of the Residential
School they found their way to their destination. On tip toes
they sneaked inside and perused the piled pieces of wood…
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