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sucked.
    ***
    â€œWhat was it like?” Henry asked Jackie.
    Jackie’s face was completely pale and he just stared at his shoes. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
    â€œAre you crying?”
    â€œNo, I’m not.”
    â€œIt’s okay if you are.”
    â€œI’m not crying, all right? I just don’t want to talk about it.”
    â€œIt’s only an outhouse. How scary can it be?”
    â€œ I said I don’t want to talk about it !”
    ***
    The boys sat around the stack of logs that would have been a campfire if they’d been able to get one started, eating raw marshmallows. The bird, which was alert but couldn’t fly, rested on Randy’s leg.
    â€œThere were some victories today,” said Max. “Not many of them. Mostly disappointments. Mostly shameful, crushing disappointments. But it’s only been one day and you’ve put forth a real effort. And though I would not be proud to call any of you except Erik my son and even though we all know that Erik is going to win the Games, I think we’re moving in the right direction. So get some sleep and we’ll resume our training in the morning.”
    Everybody got up and started to walk toward the barracks, which were about half a mile away. Henry didn’t think he’d ever been more exhausted in his life and couldn’t wait for his head to hit that pillow. It was a very thin pillow that felt like it might be stuffed with corkscrews, but still, he couldn’t wait for his head to hit it.
    â€œNot you, Henry,” said Max.
    Henry stopped walking.
    â€œYou will be sleeping in less comfortable accommodations. Or had you forgotten?”
    â€œI think I’ve learned from my mistakes,” said Henry. “You’ve had us do all of this cool stuff, like archery, BB guns, fishing, climbing trees, not starting campfires…and it’s changed me. I was different then. I was wrong. And I hope you can find it in your heart not to punish me for the things that a different Henry said. Sir.”
    Henry had not forgotten about the less comfortable accommodations and had mentally rehearsed this speech during the half hour that they were failing to create sparks by rubbing two sticks together. “Sir” was an ad-lib.
    â€œNo,” said Max.
    â€œNo?”
    â€œNo.”
    â€œNo, as in…?”
    â€œNo, as in, I cannot find it in my heart.”
    â€œC’mon, it’s been a long day and I just want to get some sleep. Punish me tomorrow.”
    â€œThis is not punishment. This is training. You will be sleeping outdoors.”
    â€œHe mouthed off to you to defend me,” said Randy, “so I’ll sleep outside too.”
    â€œNo,” said Max.
    â€œNo?”
    â€œNo.”
    â€œWhy not?”
    â€œBecause this is something your friend must do alone.”
    Randy’s shoulders slumped. “I’m not sure he’ll make it, sir.”
    â€œI’ll be fine,” Henry assured his friend. “Don’t worry about me. You enjoy your cot with all of its…softness.”
    The other kids resumed their walk to the barracks. Randy gave one last forlorn look over his shoulder, as if they might never see each other again, except in death, and then disappeared into the darkness.
    â€œWhere am I going to sleep?” asked Henry.
    Max pointed to the ground. “Right here. It’s nature’s Sleep Number mattress.”
    That wasn’t as bad as Henry had expected. He’d thought that he might be sleeping in a spiked pit with some cobras. “Okay. Can I have a blanket at least?”
    â€œYou get a sleeping bag. Despite what you might believe, Henry, I don’t want you to die. I’m not here to torture you. In the morning, when you wake up and realize that you’ve successfully slept by yourself out in the wilderness, I think you’ll discover that you have a lot of unlocked