Wednesday, a new month.

”Look guys,” said Miller, “obviously I have nothing to offer you.” He threw his papers back into his case and headed toward the door. “I thank you for your time. Do have a good day.” With that, the man rushed out.
Danny stood at the door and watched the man’s tail lights leave the camp. “You know, Davy, I don’t think he’ll be back. Nice man though.”
“Yes he was, wasn’t he? But I believe you’re right. I don’t expect him back.”
The two grinned and gave each other a high-five. “We shouldn’t have done that to that man, you know that,” said Davy.
“You’re right, we shouldn’t have, but god, wasn’t it fun?”
The two sat there and laughed for a while, then Davy looked at Danny. “I didn’t know how to bring this up. I’m not sure I want to bring it up, but I had a visitor today.”
“A visitor?”
“Yea, I don’t know how he knew, or even what he knew, but he somehow knew it was you and me who pulled the plug on that extortion thing at Greenwood Village and he wants help with a problem.”
“What kind of a problem?”
“I’m making a joke here, but I believe you would call it a religious matter.”
“Religious matter?”
“Yes, you know that Bhudist temple in Larchford?”
“I think I’ve been by there, but I never had any reason to go in.”
“That’s the one. Seems there’s an extortion scam going on them. I know when I tell you about it, you’re gonna’ want to do it. These people need our help, but there's another problem.”
“Okay then, what’s the problem?”
“Camp Eden has turned into a full time job.”
Danny exhaled. “I’ll agree.”
“You’ve still got St. Egbert’s and I’ve still got Meredith Baptist. Danny, our plates are full.”
“Yea.”
“Can we, no should we take on something else?”
Danny went to the refrigerator, poured a glass of water and came back. He sat and stared at Davy.
“I know that look, I’ve seen it before. Go ahead and spit it out.”
“Okay, are you enjoying what we’re doing? Are you really enjoying it?”
It was Davy’s turn to be quiet and for several moments he said nothing. “Let me put it this way, when we first got here, I was having a ball. I couldn’t imagine anything better. When we started doing the services the way we do, and I saw the results, Danny, I couldn’t conceive it. But now, being honest, it’s gotten too big. Cars are lined up all the way back to the highway every Sunday. I turn down at least ten or twenty speaking requests every week. What we did back then was fun. What we do now is a business. To be honest, I. . . can. . . not. . . stand. . . it!”
“Thank God. We agree. I wasn’t going to say anything to you but–“
”We try to do something about it and the first thing somebody is going to slam in our face is, ‘Look how many people you’re bringing to God’.”
“That’s right,” said Davy, “and what I actually believe and what I would say are two different things.”
“It’s me, Davy, tell me.”