Dante sighed with genuine sadness.
“I’m sorry, Eve.” He said. “I have to help with a guys eagle project.”
There was a silence on the other line.
Oh, no He thought.
“It’s okay, I’ll see you tomorrow at school.” Dante could almost hear her sad smile.
“Okay, bye.”
Yes, Dante was a boyscout. He didn’t tell people at risk of being made fun of. But then again, he didn’t tell people a lot of things.
He went out, and hitched up his dirt bike, and rode out to the church he had his meetings at.
He arrived and ,realizing he was way late, slipped silently into his patrol, the Ventures.
A friend of his nodded to him as he slipped in. His name was Zach. He used to be a total pothead. He said he quit, but Dante never believed him. Then, the scoutmaster started reeling of directions to the troop, and they set off to work. They worked for most of the day, and around lunchtime, one of the assistant scoutmasters picked up a bunch of pizzas.
It was fun, but an annoying feeling of guilt swept over Dante.
I should call her…