Unfortunately, it was obvious we had skipped dinner. And today, Mr. Prud'homme came to our door. He's one of the guys that wears gray business suits all the time. He enforces all the rules. He's strict, and nobody can get passed him. That is, except for Finny. Finny explained everything to him, how we were swimming in the river and all that. He rambled on to Mr. Prud'homme, and it was obvious he was getting impatient. Mr. Prud'homme scolded us about how we had "already missed nine meals in the last two weeks" (14). Finny then continues to explain the situation. Somehow, Finny had managed to convince Mr. Prud'homme that we did nothing wrong, and that we shouldn't be punished. He explained that we just had to jump out of the tree, because at the end of the summer, we would be 17 and, if they lowered the age to 17, eligible for the draft to go to war, and we were just preparing. At tea later, Finny made some good points about the war, like what to be careful that our troops don't bomb. After the party, and for the rest of the summer as I recall, we spent our summer in complete selfishness. We continued jumping out of the tree, and we formed the Super Suicide Society of the Summer Session. The membership requirement was to jump from the tree. Each day, we had more and more people join, and Finny and I would start off the meetings by jumping from the tree into the river together. We met every night, and never missed a meeting, not even if we had exams to study for. We had gone to jump from the tree when I almost fell. I lost my balance. I could've broken my back if I fell. If I fell. But I didn't. If I had fallen a certain way, I'd be dead. Finny stopped me from falling. He pretty much saved my life.
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