Camping

Keenan looked at the weather maps. A faint smile touched his lips and he tapped the screen. “Perfect timing,” he said. “They’re predicting two days of fair weather.”

“Time to let the kids have their experience with camping in tents and sleeping on the ground,” Bertram said. He nodded. “I’ll see to the preparations.”

Logan looked up from the computer he was working at. “Are you actually going to trust thirty teenagers to sleep in tents without adult supervision?” he asked.

A faint smile touched Keenan’s lips. “Heaven’s!” he exclaimed, “There’s only one thing I trust them to do.”