her. “Good sport?”
“Okay … for running with me!” Bethany added. They both laughed.
“Ready to stagger to the store?” asked Holly.
“You stagger — I kinda feel like jogging.”
“Bethany, you are such a show-off!”
Bethany grinned, feeling her spirits rise. “Catch up, and I’ll let you in on an idea I have for the car wash!”
“I’m probably going to regret this!” Holly called out and then ran to catch up.
They were guzzling water in front of the Big Save grocery store when Bethany’s mom arrived to shuttle them to the church car wash.
“I don’t know how you girls do it,” Cheri said as they scrambled into the van. “I have a hard time keeping up as the driver!”
“You reap what you sow, Mom. Isn’t that what you always tell me?”
“Hmm.” Cheri pursed her lips in thought as she backed out of the parking space. “I wonder what the wash-me bandits are going to reap?”She grinned at Holly in the rearview mirror. “Any ideas?”
Holly blushed, but Bethany burst out laughing. Her mom had spotted all the dirty rear windows they had written
wash me
on as they headed into town.
“We’ll reap business for the car wash — for the mission trip.”
“So we can go build homes in Mexico for those less fortunate.” Holly added with a hopeful grin.
“Uh, huh,” Cheri said, and then did a double take in the rearview mirror. “Okay, how did you two manage to get
my
back window without me noticing?”
Cheri shook her head in amazement, and Bethany and Holly broke into a fresh round of laughter.
“Is this the third or fourth car wash?” Holly asked once she caught her breath.
“Third,” Bethany said, glancing over the seat. “I just wish there was something else we could do. It feels like it’s taking forever, and I’ve been dying to go on a mission trip since I was little!”
“Too bad we’re not
trustafarians.”
“What?” Bethany and her mom said at the same time and then laughed.
Holly grinned. “You know, hippies with Rastafarian hair who live in the jungle and only come into town to get money out of their trustfund accounts.
Trust-afarians.
Get it?”
Bethany and her mom groaned. Holly was almost famous for the crazy way she described people. If she didn’t know of a term, she was happy to make one up.
“Check it out,” Holly said, suddenly pointing to the side passenger window. Bethany turned in time to see a long black limousine in the lane next to them.
“They
should be at our fundraiser!”
“No doubt,” Bethany said slowly as she watched the limo pick up speed to pass them. She was suddenly caught off guard as the face of a teenage girl turned to stare back at them. She was pretty in a polished kind of way, with dark hair cut in a shiny bob and fair skin. The girl noticed them watching her and quickly looked away.
“Probably a
celebutante,”
Holly added knowingly.
Bethany grinned and shook her head just as the girl glanced up to the sky. Bethany was struck hard by the sad look on the girl’s face.
I wonder what it is that’s made her so sad?
Something about the girl tugged at Bethany— something she couldn’t put her finger on — like the way her eyes kept being drawn back to the rocks at Hanalei Bay. Like her dream.
It wasn’t that she thought people with money couldn’t have problems. Her friend Liam and his dad had been through some really bad stuff—until they found God. Even now, they still dealt with thesame things everyone worried and prayed about. But what if someone didn’t know God? What if what they owned was all they thought they had?
“Is that it?” Andrea looked out the window of the limousine to the west as an awesome view of towering cliffs with waterfalls free-falling down to a slip of white sand and ocean opened up before them. Colorado had some cool-looking mountains, she thought, but
nothing
like this.
“Yeah, that’s it, kiddo.”
Andrea turned around, surprised at the hint of excitement she thought she
“Okay … for running with me!” Bethany added. They both laughed.
“Ready to stagger to the store?” asked Holly.
“You stagger — I kinda feel like jogging.”
“Bethany, you are such a show-off!”
Bethany grinned, feeling her spirits rise. “Catch up, and I’ll let you in on an idea I have for the car wash!”
“I’m probably going to regret this!” Holly called out and then ran to catch up.
They were guzzling water in front of the Big Save grocery store when Bethany’s mom arrived to shuttle them to the church car wash.
“I don’t know how you girls do it,” Cheri said as they scrambled into the van. “I have a hard time keeping up as the driver!”
“You reap what you sow, Mom. Isn’t that what you always tell me?”
“Hmm.” Cheri pursed her lips in thought as she backed out of the parking space. “I wonder what the wash-me bandits are going to reap?”She grinned at Holly in the rearview mirror. “Any ideas?”
Holly blushed, but Bethany burst out laughing. Her mom had spotted all the dirty rear windows they had written
wash me
on as they headed into town.
“We’ll reap business for the car wash — for the mission trip.”
“So we can go build homes in Mexico for those less fortunate.” Holly added with a hopeful grin.
“Uh, huh,” Cheri said, and then did a double take in the rearview mirror. “Okay, how did you two manage to get
my
back window without me noticing?”
Cheri shook her head in amazement, and Bethany and Holly broke into a fresh round of laughter.
“Is this the third or fourth car wash?” Holly asked once she caught her breath.
“Third,” Bethany said, glancing over the seat. “I just wish there was something else we could do. It feels like it’s taking forever, and I’ve been dying to go on a mission trip since I was little!”
“Too bad we’re not
trustafarians.”
“What?” Bethany and her mom said at the same time and then laughed.
Holly grinned. “You know, hippies with Rastafarian hair who live in the jungle and only come into town to get money out of their trustfund accounts.
Trust-afarians.
Get it?”
Bethany and her mom groaned. Holly was almost famous for the crazy way she described people. If she didn’t know of a term, she was happy to make one up.
“Check it out,” Holly said, suddenly pointing to the side passenger window. Bethany turned in time to see a long black limousine in the lane next to them.
“They
should be at our fundraiser!”
“No doubt,” Bethany said slowly as she watched the limo pick up speed to pass them. She was suddenly caught off guard as the face of a teenage girl turned to stare back at them. She was pretty in a polished kind of way, with dark hair cut in a shiny bob and fair skin. The girl noticed them watching her and quickly looked away.
“Probably a
celebutante,”
Holly added knowingly.
Bethany grinned and shook her head just as the girl glanced up to the sky. Bethany was struck hard by the sad look on the girl’s face.
I wonder what it is that’s made her so sad?
Something about the girl tugged at Bethany— something she couldn’t put her finger on — like the way her eyes kept being drawn back to the rocks at Hanalei Bay. Like her dream.
It wasn’t that she thought people with money couldn’t have problems. Her friend Liam and his dad had been through some really bad stuff—until they found God. Even now, they still dealt with thesame things everyone worried and prayed about. But what if someone didn’t know God? What if what they owned was all they thought they had?
“Is that it?” Andrea looked out the window of the limousine to the west as an awesome view of towering cliffs with waterfalls free-falling down to a slip of white sand and ocean opened up before them. Colorado had some cool-looking mountains, she thought, but
nothing
like this.
“Yeah, that’s it, kiddo.”
Andrea turned around, surprised at the hint of excitement she thought she
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