Theo said, “you being the President’s son and all. You shouldn’t do it.” Luke was surprised to hear Theo volunteer. “Don’t get all noble or anything,” he said. “I’m a lot smaller than you, and this is one time when that’s a good thing. I’ll take up less room, and if anyone can get through it will be me.” Neither one argued with him. They all stood there until Luke said, “Well, no sense waiting around.” He dragged the doors over as close to the trees as he dared, propping them back up. “I hope this beam really is only a foot wide. Callie, help me shove these into place.” Callie reached her hand out and then drew it back. “What happens if we push it too far and the beams hit our hands?” “That isn’t going to happen,” Luke said, trying not to imagine the feeling of his hand burning up. “Brace them for me, okay? Theo, you’ll have to help too. Callie can hold one side and you can hold the other.” Once the doors and Luke were in place he had to will himself to inch forward, trying to ignore the rough ground scraping on his knees and his arms.
