Zeke stopped grabbing the campers when our small group reached twelve. He separated us from the bigger group and started to record our sticker numbers on a small piece of paper. He went to give it to Coach Leroy and then came back to us.
"How long are we running for?" One of the guys asked Zeke.
Zeke glanced at him. "Does it matter?"
The guy frowned. "Doesn't it?"
Zeke looked down at Noah. "Does it matter how long we're going to run for?"
Noah shook his head. "No! I'll run until you tell me to stop."
Zeke glanced at me. "Will it comfort you if you know how long the run is?"
I'm going to hate the run no matter what, so I shook my head.
Zeke checked his watch. "Dinner is at 6pm. It's a little after 2pm right now, so I'm going to declare that the run will be less than four hours. Any objections?"
