I found young Scout Zack sitting with Scoutmaster Saint in the boy’s tent. Yet again, the young man was the last to pitch his tent, and yet again, he needed assistance from another Scoutmaster. It’s difficult not to feel disappointed when a Scoutboy turns out to be that helpless–particularly one whom you’ve championed, and, as it happens, one you’ve also got a bit of history with…
I’ll confess; it was a little difficult to watch him sitting there with Scoutmaster Saint who, if I’m honest, comes across as a bit of a sleaze ball. He’s a player and I wouldn’t trust him as far as I could throw him. So, I informed them that the rest of the guys were heading down to the waterfront. I’m not sure I expected them to immediately leap to their feet, but they gave no indication that they had the intention of even coming, which I found quite irritating.
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