Chapter 8. Friendship, Teamwork, and Your Identity
Rob heard the clatter of boards and metal tubing, followed by a yell. It was the yell that made him drop his hammer and go running around to the back of the house.
As he turned the corner, he saw a pile of 2×6 boards and metal tubes. Tangled in the middle of the mess, he saw Clay—or at least part of him. His head stuck out of the middle of the mess, and a bruise on his forehead was already starting to show.
Rob rushed to him and started to pull the boards away and toss them to one side.
“Are you hurt bad?”
“Well, I’m not hurt good,” Clay said. ...