“It doesn’t seem right to leave him lying there,” Joyce protested.
“Has anyone gone in to that stall in the restroom?” Harriet asked.
“We haven’t been using the men’s room at all, but you can see how it is. Anyone could go in if they wanted to. All they’d have to do is wait until everyone is asleep or in their own area.”
“Great,” Lauren said.
“My food is cooling,” Jorge reminded everyone.
“Oh, my, yes, let’s get the food to the group before it’s cold,” Joyce said. “I’ll call everyone while you set up. Could someone go across the parking lot and tap on the truck door?”
Tom turned and headed back. Jorge led the parade down the trail to the common area. He set his pan of burritos on the table then took the bag of paper goods from Connie. He pulled napkins and forks from the bag and set a stack of plates beside the burrito pan. Aunt Beth opened a quilted bag and drew out a carton of sour cream, two jars of salsa and a bottle of hot sauce.
“Sorry we didn’t have chips or cheese on hand,” she said.
“This looks wonderful,” Ronald said as he joined them.
“Thank you for doing this,” they heard Kate say to Tom.
“Thank the big guy,” Tom replied as they came into view-accompanied by Marjory’s family.
“What…?” Lauren started to say.
“They came here to use the restrooms,” Tom told her as he came to stand by Harriet. “They were getting out of their car when I was coming back by with Kate and Owen. I told them they could have a burrito.”
Harriet looked at him, and he shrugged.
“I was feeling good and wanted to share the joy,” he said in a quiet voice only she could hear. Her cheeks reddened, but she didn’t say anything.
“As long as you’re here, I guess you can eat with us,” Beth said.
Harriet had seldom seen her aunt angry enough to deny food to hungry people, not that this particular situation had ever come up before.
Joyce returned, pushing and guiding Brandy to the table. Jorge removed the lid from the big pan and unwrapped two burritos onto a plate. He put a daub of sour cream and a splash of salsa beside them and handed the plate to Joyce. When she and Brandy were settled on a log by the fire, he prepared plates for the rest. Pat pushed Lisa up to the table, but she and Richard showed amazing restraint and went to the back of the line.
“Don’t be shy,” Jorge said and waved the group forward.
Ronald took a plate, then Owen and Kate. Joyce urged Richard and Pat to the table, and when they’d gotten their food, they went to the stump bench and started to sit down next to the truckers. Owen stood up and pulled Kate up with him, almost dumping her plate in the process.
Harriet watched the interplay between the two couples. Lisa and Pat seemed confused, but there was no mistaking the look of absolute hatred on Owen’s face as he glared at Richard. For his part, Richard studied his burrito, refusing to make eye contact with the other man.
“I forgot to lock the truck,” Owen said coldly, and they left the clearing.
Everyone was silent for a moment.
“These are delicious,” Joyce finally said. “Thank you so much for thinking of us.”
“Yes,” Pat said. “Ummm…thanks,” It seemed to pain the woman to say the word.
“Did you stay dry?” Aunt Beth asked Joyce. “During the storm and after?”
“I was up for most of the storm, so I got a little wet, in spite of my wet-weather clothes. Brandy stayed dry as a bone. And the quilts are wonderfully warm. Thank you all so much.”
“Step up,” Jorge announced. “I made enough for everyone.”
The Loose Threads and Tom helped themselves to burritos, and once they all had been served, Jorge fixed himself a plate and sat down with them.
“We thought we’d help you-all clean up the area while we’re here,” Tom said when they’d finished eating. Jorge poked at the remains of the fire, making a space between logs to feed the paper plates into the flames.
“We can definitely use the extra sets of hands,” Joyce said. “Everyone’s space has some amount of branches and debris that were blown in, and the trail has become a river of mud.”
“We brought some tools,” Tom said. “A couple of saws, some shovels, stuff like that.”
“I’ve got a wheelbarrow in my truck,” Jorge offered.
Joyce enlisted Harriet and Lauren, and they took the wheelbarrow into the woods to gather leaves and needles that could be used to recover the muddy trail. Tom and Jorge would take shovels and attempt to scrape the slurry from the top layer of the path, hoping to expose some of the buried rock beneath.
Ronald pulled a mop bucket and toilet brush from behind the log bench and stood up.
“I’ll go swab the ladies’ loo,” he announced and went down the trail toward the restrooms.
Connie and Aunt Beth began collecting errant branches from the common area, stacking them in a pile at Joyce’s direction.
When everyone had begun their tasks, Richard cleared his throat. When everyone ignored him, he went and stood in front of Joyce.
“What shall we do?” he asked.
Harriet and Lauren paused at the edge of the common area to observe the interchange.
“It looks like it’s hurting him to offer,” Lauren said with a smirk.
“I’m sure it is. Notice his wife and daughter aren’t joining him.”
The two women were, in fact, headed back toward the parking lot.
Harriet and Lauren filled their wheelbarrow several times, dumping the debris on the freshly cleared trail each time. The third time they returned, Tom stopped them before they could tilt it onto the trail.
“We’re going to see if we can shore up this muddy stretch with some of the sticks your aunt and Connie are stacking up,” he said.
“Maybe the ladies can take a small break while we find a saw and prepare our branches,” Jorge suggested.
Connie and Beth joined them in the common area. Joyce brought everyone bottled water from one of the two cases Tom had brought.
“The bathroom is sparkling clean,” Ronald said and collapsed onto the long bench next to Connie. His face was red from the exertion of walking back from the bathrooms. “I hope you don’t mind if I join you.”
“Here, have some water,” Harriet said and offered him a bottle. “Are you okay? I mean, do you need to see a doctor about your heart? We could give you a ride somewhere.”
“Thank you for your kindness, but I’m fine. Well, not fine, exactly, but I’m stable. I’m supposed to avoid stress, but as you can see, my life hasn’t cooperated with my doctor’s orders. In fact, I no longer have health insurance and, therefore, no doctor, so there is no one left to order my heart around.”
“I’m sure Joyce and the others don’t want you killing yourself just to keep the bathrooms clean,” Harriet told him.
“Of course we don’t,” Joyce agreed.
“Everyone is expected to do their share of the work around here-it won’t work any other way. Keeping the bathroom clean is the least rigorous task we have.”
Joyce looked exasperated but kept quiet.
“Maybe you could go at it a little slower,” Connie said.
“Go at what a little slower?” Tom asked as he and Jorge came back to the common area with Owen and Kate. Richard trailed them by a few feet, lingering out on the trail.
“Nothing,” Ronald said. “The ladies and I were just nattering on about our little society here.” He spread his arms wide, indicating the camp around him. “Did you come up with a saw?”
“As a matter of fact, we did,” Tom said. “We not only have the two crosscut saws I brought…” He held up two common-looking saws. “…but Owen here had a bow saw and not one but two folding pruning saws.”
Owen held up the smaller saws.