“Hang on,” I said to Father Brian and I turned back to Ben. Dagnabbit! I had screwed up again! I was awash with heavy feelings of defeat. I bent over Ben’s firmly anchored sliver.  With grim determination I grabbed hold of the end of it with the tweezers. Ben grimaced as I pulled it free. “OK buddy….

As I was finishing up lunch I noticed Chelsea enter and cross the dining hall.  She had returned from town and her visit to the doctor. She sat down at the head counselors table and served herself some soup. I caught her eye, held my thumbs up and raised my eyebrows. Chelsea gave a small…

We arrived for lunch moments after the campers had sat down at their tables. I sat down beside Barb. Yvonne and Shelby, I noted, were also dressed to the nines for lunch.  Barb and I exchanged grins. Sammy and Anita hurried over to the kids, bent down and spoke with them.  The kids nodded and…

“So what are you supposed to be?” “I’m a germ, Mum,” he answered me with a look that suggested it was obvious. “Oh! And why are you a germ?” “For fun.” “OK.” I nodded. I couldn’t argue with that. “Well, do you want to have a shower to scrub that paint off before we go…