“Memorial Park, pal,” he said. “That ought to keep the boredom down.” He grinned. “We got plenty of food. Right, George?”
George was locking his bike. He looked up, nodding eagerly, and turned back to his bike.
At this point, Mark couldn’t think of anything better to do. He wasn’t about to go back to Dark Woods anytime soon either.
Andrew spoke for the first time. “Let’s git goin’, y’all,” he said impatiently.