âThatâs what Iâd do.â He took a bite of his sandwich and chewed it slowly and carefully.
âYou could say you get to pick the two pebbles you use,â tried Gabe.
âBut he already picked them.â Wesley pointed to that sentence with his knife. âNow you just have to pick a hand.â
Nikhil put his finger up while he chewed. He never spoke with food in his mouth, to avoid choking. âYou could pick the left hand,â he said after he swallowed. âAnd then, when itâs black â¦â He trailed off.
âBut thatâs not using the pebbles on the ground,â said Gabe, picking up his cookie. âWe have to try to use the pebbles on the ground, like Wesley said.â
Nikhil opened his mouth to say something, but then he looked at Wesley and changed his mind.
âThe ground is covered in black and white pebbles,â said Wesley, onto something. âYou could pick up your own white pebble ⦠and then ask him to shake hands before you start?â
The counselors called for them to start cleaning up. Absorbed in thought, the boys finished their last bites and walked one behind the other to throw out their trash and deposit their trays.
âUse the pebbles on the ground,â Gabe muttered. Hestopped for a second to think, andâ
bonk
âNikhil came crashing into him from behind. Gabeâs grilled cheese crusts and watery ice flew into Wesleyâs back. Plates and cups and utensils clattered to the floor. There were a few seconds of silence as everyone in the cafeteria stopped and looked at them. But then, seeing nothing more exciting than a minor traffic accident, the noise returned.
âSorry,â said Nikhil. He rushed to the floor to start picking everything up. âI should have kept a safer following distance.â
âIt was my fault,â said Gabe. âI stopped to think. Sorry, Wesley.â He got down on his knees and began picking up utensils and used napkins.
âIs this your fork?â asked Nikhil.
âNo, I already have a fork,â said Gabe. âIâm missing a spoon. But we need to pick up everything anyway, so it doesnât really matter whoseââ
He froze.
Use the pebbles on the ground. Opposites.
âIâve got it!â Gabe shouted. âYou
are
a genius, Wesley! And youâre a genius, too, Nikhil, for bumping into me!â
Nikhil didnât seem pleased with his credited role in the solution. Wesley looked at Gabe with a wrinkled nose, raisedeyebrows, and arched shoulders to avoid contact with his wet T-shirt.
âHe picked up two black pebbles,â Gabe explained. âSo you pick a hand and hit it really hard to make the pebble fall out. Then you say, âWell, we canât tell what color it was because itâs
on the ground
with all of these black and white pebbles. So open your other hand, and whichever color itâs
not
is what I picked!ââ
Wesley nodded slowly, his face lighting up. âItâll be black still in his hand, so heâll have to admit to cheating or say you picked white.â
Nikhil dropped everything from his hands onto his tray and stood up. âThatâs good,â he said, admiring the solution, if not his present situation. âBut letâs talk about this when weâre not in a place that could trip people.â
They started giving Wesley problems to solve every night while he slept. They tried math problems and historical trivia and, of course, they asked him when Color War would break. If Gabe was sure both his bunkmates were asleep, he sometimes whispered personal questions, like âWhat can I do to make sure Zack likes me?â and âEven though Iâm getting Zack, will Iever get a baby brother or sister, one whoâs more like me?â
But Nikhil and Gabe had a hard time staying awake to listen for the answers. He could say them at any timeâmidnight, 4:00 a.m., 6:15, or not