big a pain I was, and I hardly got off the bus from Duluth before he was telling me Iâd better not pull any of my crapâsame word Lawrence usedâon him, or heâd settle me down in a hurry.â
Sandyâs blue eyes were big and round. âYou mean . . . beat you?â
Ben looked sheepish. âOh, I donât think heâd do that. He never did before, anyway. But when he jumped me over some little thing, and I talked backâI was only trying to explain my side of it, seeâhe grabbed me and slammed me against the wall. Itâs easy to tell he doesnât want me here. I donât want to be here, either, but I got nowhere else to go.â He finished off his hot dog and reached for another one.
âGee,â Sandy muttered. He gave Megan a look that said, Heâs as bad off as we are.
Megan wasnât in the mood to feel sorry for the boy, however. If he made everyone annoyed with him, what could he expect?
They ate in silence after that, finishing off the entire dozen wieners and buns, washing them down with canned pop. As soon as theyâd finished, Ben was on his feet.
âLetâs go look at that building site, okay? I think we could make a platform between those two treesâsee the tall ones?âand then put up a roof over it. We could get it all closed in, so we could even sleep over here if we wanted to.â
âI donât know if Grandpa will let us do that,â Sandy said, but he was on his feet, too, following the leader.
Megan smothered her resentment and rose to bring up the rear. First Ben horned in on their island, and now he was making all the plans. Who made him the boss, anyway?
She could see why he would get on his parentsâ nerves. He didnât ask other peopleâs opinions, assuming his own ideas were great. He acted as if heâd just been elected president.
Sandy didnât seem to mind. When Megan muttered her dissatisfaction while Ben was up in one of the trees for a closer look, Sandy was astonished.
âWell, heâs got some good ideas, Megan! And heâs got the lumber and tools to build a real tree house!â
âI was perfectly satisfied with the cave,â Megan stated.
âWell, sure, I like it, too, but Benâs got some neat plans, Megan. And heâs somebody to do things with while weâre here.â
Why did everything have to remind her that they were here, not at home, away from all their friends, uncertain about where they would go next, and when?
âSee?â Ben called. âWe could build a platform supported on these branches, between the two trees, and put a ladder up that trunk. We can use your boat, and get the stuff out of my dadâs garage to start with.â
âWill he let you use the lumber, too?â
âIf it gets rid of me, heâll probably let me do anything,â Ben said wryly. âHey, the view up here is great! I can see to both ends of the lake, and thereâs something on that little bitty island over there we ought to investigate.â
âThatâs my island, and I put a flag on it,â Sandy told him. âCome on, Megan, letâs climb up and see, too.â
Megan declined, however. She had no desire to balance on a tree limb next to Ben Jamison. Still, unless she wanted to be left entirely alone, she was going to have to join the boys in whatever they decided to do.
In the end, they took both the canoe and the boat up the lake to the Jamisonsâ log cabin. They sorted out what they wanted of the tools from the garage, which looked as if it had been used to store junk for years; there was no room in it for the black Porsche parked in the yard.
âHey, nice car,â Sandy said.
âYeah. Dad makes good money writing books. Only he got pretty upset over the divorce, I guess, and writing hasnât been so easy for him on this one. Here, take this saw. Megan, you take the nails and the