Debbie seconded the motion, and tacked on a Zen proverb: “At the end of the endless game, there is friendship.” “What the heck did she mean by that!” asked Heather, who made use of the privy while Jelly gathered up her clothes. Jelly studied the tired and sopping cowgirls walking arm and arm back to the bunkhouse. “Just that in Heaven all business is conducted this way,” she explained.
