"Wow," I said, "What happened to him?" Richard the retard? The only reason he got hired is because he's Marty Bowles' nephew, the guy who manages the ...Park. Richard was trying to score brownie points by changing the chlorinator tank one morning totally on his own. Didn't know what the fuck he was doing. The plastic feed tube from the tank was clogged, so what does he do? He pokes it with a wire, then blows down it, then puts it to his eye to see what the problem is, just like Moe in the Three. Maybe some of the rest had an aspect of the truth, but it had more of the fears you torture yourself with I think.”As they lay there, the fire bathed them with heat, occasionally making a low popping noise. In the hall the clock ticked. A few minutes later the chimes sounded for the half-hour.“The things you said hurt me,” he said.“I know. That’s why I said I’m sorry. You tried to send me away.”“I thought it was for the best. You know that of course. But… I was wrong, wasn’t I?”“You. She was already feeling ill–she’d had some more to drink during breaks–and everything was slightly hazy. When she looked up, she saw Josh staring at her from the stage. Quickly she glanced down and stumbled away from the two men muttering that she needed fresh air. She tried to run away but only succeeded in tripping and falling. Strong hands grabbed her and roughly pulled her outside. Zara twisted around to see who it was and breathed a huge sigh of relief when she was met with Alex’s worried. Maybe his father had been old. Jeremy hit a blank wall. He had no clue about his parents. He grimaced with frustration.His new straw hat was itchy, but did the job of keeping the sun off of his head. Surely he must have had such a hat back at the farm, but if he had he couldn't remember it. His faulty memory was beginning to frustrate him.Jeremy was relieved to hear the foreman order them to start loading the wheelbarrow with rock to dump in the trench. Physical labor gave him an excuse not to.