That was fine. It gave me some headspace to try and come at Camp Hell from a different angle. But try as I might, I could only come up with one. Jacob knew something, and he’d never told me. I got back to the cannery and tore it apart in an attempt to find the sheets. I found a set, but it went with my old bed. I tried to make it fit on Jacob’s mattress anyway. There was elastic all around the edge of the sheet, and I figured that elastic stretched. Not that much, evidently. Traffic was even slower on my way to SaverPlus. Again, I stewed on Camp Hell, and again, came up with nothing new. The SaverPlus parking lot was a nightmare; snow had covered up all the yellow lines that told people where to park, and suddenly no one could figure out that cars fit better when they were parked in rows. I was tempted to turn around and go back home, but I figured that I could put Jacob in a more receptive frame of mind if there were sheets on the bed.
