“My sister was in one of these things once. National Honor society,” he whispered to Andy. “They used to carry candles, an’ one of the guys in Mace’s class dripped wax all in her hair.”
“Well, that sounds unpleasant,” Andy whispered back. “How much longer do you think they’re going to drone on before letting the kids out?”
“Just until we all start actin’ like second graders ourselves, I suspect,” Scooter said. True to his prediction, the muttering in the audience got up to a dull roar before Principal Williams finally turned things over to the teachers.