R.J. gave a little wave good-bye to Joe as he headed to the clown-shooting game, giving a little smile while he did so. Kid looked like he deserved a little fun, if only for a couple hours. The only problem was that now R.J. had nothing to do. Of course, not wanting to be selfish, he just figured he would have little chit-chat with the customers and take it all in stride. Now all he needed was more customers.
"I guess Father Morales has collected a lot, but that doesn't always mean it's enough..."
R.J. would have gladly gave more money, if he had any. And all those brownies and cupcakes seemed like a waste just waiting there. He knew they were delicious, having tasted his own mother's cooking and having recently tasted Joe's. It seemed a little strange to say the least.
"Come on people don't you like sweets? Most of us are fat anyway!"
At that time, Father Morales came walking back.
"Thank you Rutherford, sorry to make you work on short notice"
"Oh no, I'm ok, Joe helped out too."
"Ah, well that's good then. Why don't you go on a roller coaster or something eh? I can take over from here."
"Ok, if you say so Father."
"Go on then. Have a little fun while you can."
R.J. went off on his own, looking for something fun to do. While he was a young man, he was also still a kid. R.J. enjoyed the time he had to himself, and the church got some fair-earned cash. All in all, it was a pretty good day for St.Edward.
((Rutherford "R.J." Roger Jr. continued in Suenos en la clase de espanol