Page 15 - Save the Last Dance for Me

I made my way back to the second part of my

meeting. When it ended, I was surprised to see the
boys playing basketball again. Actually, I wasn’t,

but I thought that Harry, after being tied up, had

surely learned his lesson. I was also sure he wasn’t
about to let them play any basketball that night.

Then I considered that I ought to check the scout

room again.
As I headed in that direction, I told myself

there was surely no way that Harry could be locked

up again. He was too smart to fall for something

like that twice. I leisurely wandered down there
until I heard the muffled calls for help and

quickened my pace.

I found Harry once again locked in the scout
closet, madder than a bull in a red pen. He was

throwing his entire weight against the door, but he

was skinny, and the chair under the doorknob

continued to hold. I opened the closet door to find
Harry so fired up he could have boiled water on his

balding head. “Did you know that stupid doorknob

is just the right height for a chair to block it shut? I
am either going to remove the knob completely or

move it higher so they can’t ever put a chair under

it and lock me in here again,” he hollered.
I had to admit I did know that a chair could

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