P.S. to the missionary hostess story

A friend sent this to me by email since the server didn't let her leave a message. It was too funny not to share:

"Kayla sure had spunk. Either the group you mentioned or another complaining group of women asked if there were other options. Kayla, with a straight face, offered the "establishment" across the street. To those of us who were insiders, we were dying of laughter when we learned that one of the women asked about it and Kayla warned them it was "pay by the hour." Which it was. The autohotel."

Actually, it's Kala without the "y" and I sent her a copy of both these stories. She should start a blog of her own with all her memories. Sadly she admits that often the worst culprits were the full-time missionaries, not just the short-termers. What's even more sad is that the very offenders could read the stories and likely not ever recognize themselves as the main characters.

Lord forgive us for the sins we never knew we committed! Humbling, isn't it?