Holes (Holes 1)

“Don’t cause any more trouble,” the Warden warned. “You stole it from my cabin, and you’ve been caught red-handed. If I press charges, Stanley might have to return to prison. Now I’m willing, in view of all the circumstances, to—”

“It’s got his name on it,” said Zero.

Stanley’s lawyer pushed past the tall man to have a look.

“See,” Zero showed her. “Stanley Yelnats.”

Stanley looked, too. There, in big black letters, was STANLEY YELNATS.

The tall man looked over the heads of the others at the name on the suitcase. “You say he stole it from your cabin?”

The Warden stared at it in disbelief. “That’s im … imposs … It’s imposs …” She couldn’t even say it.

48

They slowly walked back to camp. The tall man was the Texas Attorney General, the chief law enforcement officer for the state. Stanley’s lawyer was named Ms. Morengo.

Stanley held the suitcase. He was so tired he couldn’t think straight. He felt as if he was walking in a dream, not quite able to comprehend what was going on around him.

They stopped in front of the camp office. Mr. Sir went inside to get Stanley’s belongings. The Attorney General told Mr. Pendanski to get the boys something to drink and eat.

The Warden seemed as dazed as Stanley. “You can’t even read,” she said to Zero.

Zero said nothing.

Ms. Morengo put a hand on Stanley’s shoulder and told him to hang in there. He would be seeing his parents soon.

She was shorter than Stanley, but somehow gave the appearance of being tall.

Mr. Pendanski returned with two cartons of orange juice and two bagels. Stanley drank the juice but didn’t feel like eating anything.

“Wait!” the Warden exclaimed. “I didn’t say they stole the suitcase. It’s his suitcase, obviously, but he put my things from my cabin inside it.”

“That isn’t what you said earlier,” said Ms. Morengo.

“What’s in the suitcase?” the Warden asked Stanley. “Tell us what’s in it, then we’ll open it and see!”

Stanley didn’t know what to do.

“Stanley, as your lawyer, I advise you not to open your suitcase,” said Ms. Morengo.

“He has to open it!” said the Warden. “I have the right to check the personal property of any of the detainees. How do I know there aren’t drugs or weapons in there? He stole a car, too! I’ve got witnesses!” She was nearly hysterical.

“He is no longer under your jurisdiction,” said Stanley’s lawyer.

“He has not been officially released,” said the Warden. “Open the suitcase, Stanley!”

“Do not open it,” said Stanley’s lawyer. Stanley did nothing.

Mr. Sir returned from the office with Stanley’s backpack and clothes.

The Attorney General handed Ms. Morengo a sheet of paper. “You’re free to go,” he said to Stanley. “I know you’re anxious to get out of here, so you can just keep the orange suit as a souvenir. Or burn it, whatever you want. Good luck, Stanley.”

He reached out his hand to shake, but Ms. Morengo hurried Stanley away. “C’mon, Stanley,” she said. “We have a lot to talk about.”

Stanley stopped and turned to look at Zero. He couldn’t just leave him here.

Zero gave him thumbs-up.