A woman and a couple of kids were washing a muddy church van at the other end of the parking lot. As she approached them, she overhead one of the boys complaining, “I didn’t get to go to the camp, why should I have to wash the van?”
The woman started to respond when Mel cleared her throat and made her presence known. “Hi there!”
“Officer,” the woman greeted her with a nod of her head as she continued to wring out a soapy sponge.
“I heard a group of you just got back from camp. How was it?”
“Mom got to go, we didn’t,” the boy who had been complaining said, before his mother could answer.
“The good lord does not like complaints,” she told him. “You’ve been to the camp. You’ll get your chance again.”
Mel looked at the boy. “Pretty cool place, huh?”
“The best! There’s a lake and canoes
