Bungee Jump by Pam Withers Page B

one, I hope.” I chuckle. “And you know what I’m going to ask the new one?”
    “What, dear?”
    “To set up a special section in the library about Hospital Island. History and posters that honor the leper kids. And the people who took care of them.”
    Mom draws me into a hug. “And I hear you and Caitlin have rounded up a bunch of kids to clean up the island.”
    “Yeah. Clear the garbage out. Cut the grass. Put up some plaques. Maybe offer tours.”
    “Tours?” Mom raises her eyebrows.
    “For donations. The money will go to leprosy projects around the world.”
    “There are still leper colonies? Even though there’s a cure?” she asks.
    “There are still kids with leprosy who need help. Even though there’s a cure. And someday, when I’m an engineer, I’m going to build hospitals.”
    “Hospitals? That’s my boy!” Dad rejoins the conversation.
    “With a tower on the children’s wing that has a bungee jump,” Caitlin teases.
    “Now that would be interesting,” Mom says.
    “One of a kind,” Dad says.
    “Go for it.” Gord laughs.
    “Oh, go jump off a bridge,” I tell them all with a grin.
    “Just waiting our turn,” Dad says.