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boys. Her father most likely called her Princess or Kitten or some such nonsense and stayed in his pajamas on Saturday mornings until she got up at noon so he could still have coffee with her.
    Gia tossed in her bags and peeled the latex gloves from her hands. “Don’t worry about me, Rebekah. The thing with my parents is weird, and I know that’s hard for you to understand because you don’t have a strained relationship with yours, but it’s my problem and I’ll work it out. God most certainly has a plan. I have to figure out what it is. C’mon, that trash isn’t going to dump itself. And please close the lid. Don’t want to make it easy for the camp scavengers.”
    “What camp scaveng—”
    The rest of the word was lost in the rookie’s high-pitched, ear-splitting squeal.
    Rebekah pointed and hopped. “What is it?”
    One of the many camp raccoons scampered from behind the dumpster and blatantly went straight for Rebekah’s trash. He sniffed and tapped at it as if he were picking out melons at the grocery store.
    “Seriously, Rebekah? You don’t know what that is?”
    “Well, yes, I know it’s a raccoon, but what’s it doing here?”
    “This is a camp. In the forest. With small woodland creatures. They’re looking for easy food. What part don’t you understand?”
    Rebekah shooed the thief away and heaved her load into the bin. “All right, all right. It caught me off guard.” The dumpster lid came down hard. “I thought they only came out at night.”
    Gia paused to retrieve a fallen branch as they started back down the path. “Not these animals. They’re not afraid of people. Especially that one. I believe that was Beelze-Bubba.”
    Rebekah skidded to a sudden dusty stop. “Hold on. You named a raccoon at a church camp after the prince of darkness?”
    Gia kept walking. “ I didn’t. They call him that because he can be a little aggressive and we think he’s the leader of the raccoon pack—or whatever groups of raccoons are called. They tacked the ‘Bubba’ on the end ‘cause this is east Texas and deep down he’s a good ol’ boy.”
    Rebekah scrambled to catch up. “That’s funny, but, really. Beelze-Bubba? Kinda gives me the heebie-jeebies.”
    “Lighten up, rook.” Gia tossed the branch into the woods. “That coon will soften and see the light before he heads to that great heavenly forest in the sky. He’s practically guaranteed to have a mountaintop experience here at church camp.”
    “That is true.” Rebekah swerved to avoid a swarm of gnats. “What’s next?”
    “We swing by the custodial shed and get more gloves and cans of mold and mildew spray and disinfectant. Need to make a pass through the showers before we pick up our girls from the craft area.”
    “Yuck. I was hoping you’d forgotten. Not to sound like a snob, but doesn’t the professional cleaning staff do that?”
    “Yes, but did you read your handbook? This is not The Real Housewives of Summer Camp , Rebekah. We all pitch in. Look on the bright side. Next week it’ll be someone else’s turn and you can watch some other rookie have an epic freak-out over a sloppy-joe-vegetable-spit tower and a raccoon.”
    Rebekah snorted. “Ha! I’m a redhead with repressed anger. This doesn’t scratch the surface of an epic freak-out for me.”
    Gia patted her on the back. “Good to know.”
    “Speaking of freaking out on someone, Rocky’s coming tomorrow. Bet he’s looking forward to his follow-up visit. Are you going to tackle him and make sure his boo-boo is healing properly?”
    Gia grabbed the combination lock on the shed. The heavy metal was hot in her hands as she spun the dial. “Yes. Yes, Rebekah, that’s exactly what I was going to do.”
    When the first try didn’t work, she wiped the sweat from her forehead and tried again. What was it about that cocky guy that intrigued her? And why did Rebekah’s sudden comments fluster her to the point of failure with the simple lock? Yes, she’d thought