He stopped off along the way to piss Afterwards, he washed his hands with the bleach bottle. He dropped his daypack near one of the quads and ducked under the flap of the tent by the cookbus. April came down the steps with a pot of scrambled eggs.
"Good morning, beautiful," Brendan said. "What's on the menu?"
"Breakfast burritos."
"Fantastic!"
There were seven or eight others in the cookshack. Brendan poured himself a coffee and grabbed a couple of muffins from the pail that Cassie had put out. He went to the staff table and sat down. Joe came in from the back of the tent just as Brendan was sitting down.
"Morning Brendan."
"Morning Joe."
Brendan took off his toque and scratched his head. "How are we doing for setup this morning?"
"Not too bad," said Joe. "We'll need to set up the block 52, but it should be quick. Should be able to do most of it from the truck. Everybody's got land until about noon."
"Yeah, you told me last night."
Lucy came in from the back of the cookshack, poured herself a coffee and sat on the storage box near the serving counter. She started rolling herself a smoke.
Cassandra came down the steps with a box of lunch treats and walked past her. Lucy stuck her hand in the box and took out a wax paper bag containing two brownies.
"Hey!" said Cassie.
"What?" asked Lucy.
"Wait 'til I put them on the table."
"Sorry."
"And do you have to sit there? It's hard to get by."
"I always sit here in the mornings," said Lucy.
Cassie put the lunch treats on the table. As soon as it touched the table all the planters nearby grabbed wax paper bags from inside the box. Cassie stepped back and turned to Lucy.
"Sorry. Just starting the day out by being bitchy," she said. "Give me a smoke."
Lucy handed her the cigarette she had just rolled.
"Smokeddey smoke smoke smoke," said Cassie. She sat down on the storage box next to Lucy. "Kent hasn't called yet, if you were wondering."
"Didn't think he would. Probably won't call until tonight at the earliest," said Lucy. She dumped some tobacco onto another rolling paper.
Cassie stood up. "I wish to God you hadn't broken his hand," she said. She went back into the cookbus.
Lucy watched her go, then went back to rolling the cigarette. She licked one edge of the rolling paper and rubbed it back and forth in her palm with one hand. She lit the smoke and leaned back against the fabric of the tent.
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