The fire has burned down to ash, unnoticed. There are many more stories to be told, but the fire is gone now. The stories must wait until the next telling. The teacher is the first to rise. Once again, he drops the buffalo blanket and begins the transformation back.
Sand is kicked over the burning ash.
Each carrying the others' stories as well as his or her own, and knowing each other a little better still. If I could, I would have Bisto Caf every day. But there are meetings and planning and recess duties. It is clearly one of our favorite times of the week, if not the most favorite. Some of our fondest memories and understandings of each other come from these lunch meetings.