The Warden took Edith to the camp in one of the trucks that were parked outside her house. The camp reminded Edith of a small old-western town. The buildings labeled 'wreck room' and 'office' were connected via porch and all around were huge tents. The Warden got out of the truck but not before commanding Edith to get her 'ass out of the truck'. Edith got out of the truck obediently and followed The Warden into the building labeled 'office'. In there were two men. One was sitting at a desk, smoking a cigarette, and wearing a cowboy hat that covered his face. The other was much smaller. He had a thin face and a large nose. He also wore a hat, but it was large and floppy; it made him look like a dork.
"Warden!" The smaller man said with surprise and the man in the chair looked up. Edith could now see that the two men were complete opposites in looks. The man had a rounder face and wasn't nearly as thin as the other man. Not that he was fat, just that the smaller man had no meat to him; just a couple of sticks.
"The cop gave you her file?" The Warden asked in general to the two men.
"Uh, yes." The smaller man said and shuffled around in the papers on the desk finally coming across the manila folder with Edith's name printed across the little tab. The man handed it to The Warden. The Warden read the file over.
"Get her a medium." The Warden said without looking up from the file. The smoker got up and walked into the next room. He shortly came back with a small pile of cloths. He handed them to Edith and explained to her how she only got those cloths and how the washing schedule went. The Warden looked up at the smaller man. "Put her in F tent."
"F tent?" the man repeated.
"Did I stutter?"
"No. –I – It's just -- I think –"
"Excuse me?" The Warden cut him off "I didn't ask you what you thought. I'm telling you to put this girl in F tent." F tent was notorious for being the worst group. There are fights there at least once a week. There was currently no counselor at F tent because he had went to the hospital with a gash the size of Texas on the back of his head; no dubt caused by one of the little bastards' shovels. F tent was no place for a girl.
"Yes ma'am"
"Edith," The girl flinched at the name. If there was one thing The Warden and Edith had in common, it would be the hatred of the name Edith. She would much rather be called Eddy, but said nothing. "This is Dr. Pendanski. He'll be your counselor here at Camp green lake." The smaller man – Doctor Pendanski – was about to object but didn't want to risk getting on The Wardens bad side. He was already counselor of D tent and he sure as hell didn't want to take up another tent like F tent. Why didn't they give the job to someone a little more … intimidating? The Warden motioned to the other man. "And that's Mr. Sir." Mr. Sir squished his cigarette butt in the ash tray on his desk. "Dr. Pendanski will show you around." She finished looking through the file of Edith Ackerman and closed it shut. She placed the file on Mr. Sir's desk and noticed that Pandanski and Edith were still there.
"Well?" she said "get a move on!"