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“Okay, you’re both done!” I yelled while combing my damp hair back across my forehead. “Take your water guns to the porch and sit down.” I huffed out an irritated breath. “Everyone. Activity’s over.”
“But we just started!” Mikey whined.
“Now it’s over.”
The campers groaned but began dragging themselves towards the mess hall. Cindy watched me with that same eyebrow raised.
“What?” I asked her.
“You’re ending the activity because two kids touched a hose?”
“They broke the rules.”
“They were having fun.”
“They can have fun somewhere else.”
“Like the north trail?”
I looked at her.
She narrowed her glare at me. “You’re going to do something stupid.”
“I’m going to put the sprinklers on.”
“No, you’re going to put the sprinklers on in a very specific direction, aren’t you, Dee?”
“The grass looks a little brown.”
“And if the north trail happens to be in that grass’s general vicinity?”
I didn’t answer her.
“Darius!” Cindy called after me as I walked towards the equipment shed. “You know what’s going to happen, right?”
“Nothing.”
“You’re going to ruin their date.”
“I’m starting another water activity.”
“For who? The ants?”
“The campers.”
“The campers are sitting on the porch because you sent them there.”
“Then they can watch.”
Cindy grabbed my arm before I could reach the shed. I looked down at her hand until she let go. “I know you’re angry because Alvin is with Omar,” she said.
“I’m not angry.”
“No, you’re not angry. You’re furious,” she corrected herself.
I pulled open the shed door, and the smell of dust, rubber, and old cleaning products rolled out and hit me in the face. I held my breath and took a step inside. The sprinkler controls were mounted on the back wall beside a rusted metal box. The system was installed a few years back after a campfire got out of control and a couple of the kids ended up with third-degree burns. We’d gotten a safety course on it the day we’d arrived. Alvin hadn’t been paying attention. But I had.
I knew exactly which valves to open. I knew exactly which direction the heads turned.
