Mr. Rempel

That night, after tucking in Chelsea, she went out to the porch and called her best friend Laura. They chit-chatted while she watched the fireflies.

It didn’t take long to get to Mr. Rempel.

“Where do you think she got the idea?” Laura asked.

Jill softly swirled the red wine in her glass. “School. You know that age. They all study ecology. Being nice to the trees, animals and Mother Nature.”

“And Father Rempel.”

Jill cackled. “He sounds like a lovable little wood sprite.”





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