Mom unlocked the door while Dad lowered the awnings, and then they worked quickly to unload the trailer. Billy stopped with a carton in his arms.
“You know, Dad,” he said. “I saw a newsreel once of some coolies unloading a ship. They formed a long line and passed the stuff from one to the other. Why don’t we do that? We could be finished sooner.”
Dad knew that they never minded work if it seemed like a game, so a relay it was. Daddy stood at the trailer and Mom was at the end of the line.
When everything was in, Mom called, “Who wants a swim before supper?”
“I do.”
“I do.”
“I’m so hungry I could eat a raw fish.”
“Please don’t.”
“I’m so hungry I could eat grass.”
While the boys talked, Janie raced into her swimming suit. She was the first one ready, and called over the top of the bath house partition: “Last one in is a rotten egg!”