From the rearview mirror, I could see that she was praying again. After mouthing “Amen” she picked up my phone and dialed her best friend’s number. After the initial greeting, she lit up: “Ok, so I received my letter from the Camp and have not opened yet. As promised. I’ll open it right now, with you on the phone.” “Please let me be in the same club, please let me be in the same club,” Baby prayed again. She opened the letter and screamed: “Oh my goodness! I made it, I made it! I’m Continue Reading