Clara and I sat on opposite sides of the fire, and avoided looking at each other. I talked with my family and to Mr. and Mrs. Johnson, who seemed very... interested in getting me to talk. When I had finished dinner, I told my parents I was going to go fishing. I grabbed my fishing pole and the spare, and the tackle box. I found a clearing about a quarter mile from camp and settled down on the shore with my rod. I cast a line and carefully set my rod between a rock and a tree to keep it from flying. "The old man smiled enigmatically. "You may call me Sayasu. That name is as good as any." This is exactly the type of behavior that so often infuriates me when dealing with 'mystical' people, but for my wife's sake I made a heavy effort not to show my frustration. Instead, I asked the question that was on my mind."So where are the members of this class?" In response, I received another enigmatic smile, and an equally enigmatic response."Everybody who needs to be here is here. That is all that. We weren’t sure if the sheets on the bed needed washed or not, so we left them in place until Becky could tell us what to do there. Katie’s closet and dresser still had some winter clothes, so we taped up a box for the stuff in her dresser and a wardrobe box for the stuff on hangers. Katie was telling me which boxes to use, so I guess Becky had gone over the plan with her.“I’d like to make love in here one more time,” Katie sighed, “but there’s no time.”“Same here,” I nodded. “Lots of memories. Tammy asked her Mommy, Mrs. Smythe if we could all stay over ather house for a slumber party. We all asked our Mommies if it was ok tostay over. There was jabber of voices as we all asked and my Mommy saidit was ok as did the mommy's of the other three girls and Mrs. Smytheinvited the three other Mommy's and my Mommy along too.Mommy got the address from Mrs. Smythe and we were to meet at her houselate afternoon.Miss Gloria drove us home and Miss Candy helped me pack a small suitcase.Mommy and.