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try to get them involved.”
    â€œSounds like a good idea to me. It’s probably at the Little Church at La Villita. It’s a historic landmark, but also an active church.”
    Just then, Biscuit wagged his tail and pulled against his leash, which was attached to Kate’s chair. A little girl in a pink dress walked by, holding her mother’s hand. She looked about four years old. Large brown eyes peeked through brown curls that cascaded down her cheeks and covered most of her face. When she noticed Elizabeth and Kate looking at her, she buried her face in her mother’s skirt. The two continued on their way.
    Biscuit barked a friendly yap and settled back beneath Kate’s chair. “Biscuit loves children,” Kate said. “That’s one of the reasons Gary let me bring him. He hopes Biscuit will attract kids to the Bible club. Oh look! There’s Gary now!”
    Kate’s youth minister and several teenagers were headed toward the girls. “Hey there, Kate! Are you having fun yet?” Gary asked.
    â€œYou’d better believe it! And Biscuit is already drawing attention.”
    â€œGood,” said the man. “Don’t forget, our mime troupe is performing at seven p.m. at the Fiesta Noche del Rio—it’s a little theater area right here on the Riverwalk. Elizabeth, I hope you’ll help us out this week. Kate tells me you’re a real firecracker when it comes to ministry work.”
    Elizabeth blushed. “I don’t know about that…,” she replied.
    â€œDon’t let her fool you. She plays the piano, sings, and has over half of the Bible memorized,” Kate said.
    â€œI do not,” Elizabeth said, laughing.
    Gary smiled. “Well, you’ll be a great addition to our team. You two have fun, and I’ll see you both at seven o’clock.” He followed the teenagers into a T-shirt shop.
    Elizabeth waved good-bye then looked across the river to find the group of teens. They were gone.

    Later that evening, Kate groaned. Mr. and Mrs. Anderson had treated the girls to a huge plate of the gooiest, cheesiest burritos Kate had ever eaten. “I’m stuffed,” she said.
    â€œWould you like some sopapillas?” asked the waitress, and the Andersons laughed. “Maybe later,” Mr. Anderson said.
    â€œIt’s six forty-five,” Elizabeth said, looking at her watch. “Why don’t we go on over to the Fiesta Noche and try to get good seats. I can’t wait to see your youth group perform,” she told Kate.
    â€œWe’ll all go,” said Mrs. Anderson. “But we’ll meet you girls there. I want to walk around for a few minutes.”
    Kate and Elizabeth waved good-bye and headed toward the Fiesta Noche. When they arrived they were surprised to see the red-cap boy and his friends. They were sprawled out in the center of the seating area, talking and laughing loudly. In Spanish. Elizabeth caught a few of the words, but her Spanish was rusty.
    When the teens saw the girls and Biscuit, they started talking about the
perro
. Elizabeth knew they were referring to Biscuit. The little dog strained his leash and barked. Redcap Boy said something the group thought was hilarious.
    Elizabeth and Kate looked at each other and took seats a few rows in front of the group. “Maybe we’ll overhear them admit to something,” whispered Kate. Biscuit watched the teenagers. He continued to softly growl.
    â€œNo, Biscuit. Stop that!” said Kate, and the dog calmed a bit. But his ears remained stiff.
    The two girls tried to focus on the stage. “This is so cool!” said Kate. “I’ve never seen anything like this! The river runs between the stage and the audience. I guess they don’t have to worry about anyone rushing the stage.”
    Elizabeth laughed. “I guess not. They’re pretty safe over there, unless one of them falls in the water!”
    A door at the back of