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block the door shut. The scouts often locked each

other in there that way. I had been meaning to
move the doorknob higher myself. I just never got

around to it.

“What happened this time?” I asked.
As he spoke, his voice thundered with

frustration. “The scout handbook suggests we play

a game to end the scout meeting, so I brought ‘pin
the tail on the donkey’ to finish up the evening.”

I could imagine how well that went across

with twelve to seventeen-year-old boys. I once

again carefully held back my grin to alleviate
inflaming the already agitated scoutmaster as he

continued. “The boys suggested I go first, and

after I was blindfolded, they spun me around and
spun me right into the closet, shut the door, and

propped the chair under the doorknob.”

I swallowed twice to get the laugh out of my

voice and then spoke. “Maybe you could work out
a compromise with the boys and let them play

basketball at the end of scout meetings for the

game at the end.”
“Over my dead body,” Harry growled. “That

is a useless game that teaches you nothing!”

I was about to ask what “pin the tail on the
donkey” taught a person, especially when one is

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