When mischief was at hand, we didn't like her much. She was basically a bad a**. One of those parents you really didn't want to mess with. One of the few adults whom nothing got by and whom would let nothing slide.
We could usually make a sobbing appeal to Mr. Solorio, and Mrs, who was equally understanding. Never Marge Kepes.
Thanks for the tough guidance, I will always remember you nocking our heads together and your endless service to Troop 342.









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