Kristen
I survived the fishing expedition. I escaped to the restroom for the gutting, cleaning and cooking demonstration. If I was going to eat a fish, I’d like to buy a nice boneless, skinless filet from the supermarket, and then drown it in tartar sauce so that it doesn’t actually taste like fish.
“We have swimming time now!” Joy announced happily, after reading the schedule. A schedule that was identical to Alex’s.
Was it just a coincidence that we were signed up for all the same activities as the Falcons? Was it an accident and an error that we had been assigned to the same lodging? Could my daughter and her little friend have orchestrated all these coincidences?
Or did Ezra?
If it was Ezra, he probably just did it to make the kids happy. It had nothing to do with me.
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