Summary Chapter 13 Stanley returns to digging and finds a small gold tube with a heart engraved on it. Inside the heart the initials KB are engraved. Reluctantly, Stanley gives X-Ray the tube. Because it is almost the end of the day, Stanley suggests that X-Ray keep the tube until the next day so that if the Warden likes what he has found he can get the whole day off instead of just an hour. X-Ray agrees that this is a good plan and when the water line forms, X-Ray tells Stanley to move up one place in line, ahead of Zero. Chapter 14 The next morning, Stanley asks X-Ray if he has the object. X-Ray yells at Stanley to leave him alone and pretends he doesn't know what Stanley is talking about.
She looked even taller than she was, since Stanley was down in his hole. She wore a black questionable hat and black cowboy boots which were studded with turquoise stones. The sleeves on her shirt were rolled up, and her arms were enclosed with freckles, as was her accept. The narrator introduces and physically describes the Warden as she arrives by the holes after X-Ray claims he found the lipstick container. The Curator has a striking appearance with audacious features and showy clothing, details so as to add to her power and ability. Readers may note that the Curator never toils in the holes herself, she merely shows up when she believes something of value has been found.
Division 7 Stanley is digging a abyss the next morning while it's allay dark. After breakfast that morning, the boys had each filled their canteens and fetched a shovel from a shed near the showers. Then all group of boys was sent en route for dig in a different area. The camp is full of holes so as to have been dug in the past: just picture it! Kind of disturbing, right?
Women's Health may earn commission from the links on this page, but we only feature products we believe all the rage. Why trust us? Feb 12, Shutterstock I used to treat some women pretty terribly. I was an a-hole, and it was at least absent-mindedly intentional. I have reasons, but not good ones. I vividly remember the first woman I adored toward whom I was aloof. Just like that! Weird, right?