Disclaimer: Scarecrow and Mrs. King is the property of Warner Brothers and Shoot the Moon Enterprises. This story has been written for entertainment purposes only.
Timeframe: Late in 1988 or early in 1989
Scout's Honor
The tall man emerged between the pine bushes that marked the end of the winding dirt path. He took a deep breath of fresh air and was pleasantly surprised by the pleasure he felt about being in that location. He paused as he made visual contact . . . His subject's attention was diverted elsewhere. Once again, he contemplated his preference to be present here in the Virginia countryside versus being on a business venture. The reason for this existence now sat before him. She was known to him as his wife, Amanda.
Lee Stetson stood beside the long folding table. He placed a travel mug next to the packets of information that his Amanda was distributing. "Here you go, Darlin'."
"Thank you, Sweetheart." She looked up and gave him her brightest smile. She then returned her attention to the waiting group of registrants that had arrived moments before. "Welcome. Here's some information you'll need. A schedule and map are located right here," she pointed to the top. "Please move to the next table, where you'll find someone who will guide you to your cabin." Similar exchanges ensued for some time while Lee and Amanda drank coffee and shared light conversation.
As the line of scout units dwindled down, the natural sound of Lee's voice spoke with pride and love. "You know, Amanda . . . When you first told me that the National Capital Area Council was hosting the World Organization of the Scout Movement Jamboree, I was impressed. When you volunteered to be on the registration committee, I was equally impressed. I must tell you that when the RSVPs began pouring in," his eyes quickly scanned the crowd of foreign and domestic scouts. "I wanted nothing more than to run background checks on our visitors from the Agency's computers.ཁ
"I know that you used remarkable restraint not following through with that." Amanda stood and splayed her fingers across the front of his jacket. "We agreed that this was not about mixing business with pleasure, but rather an activity that we could do together with the boys." It was Amanda's turn to engage in the eye contact and saw approval in Lee's eyes. "The registration session is over. It's time that we check on our troop, in particular, our sons."
"I know that we don't have anyone coming here from eastern bloc countries, Amanda, but--"
"Once a spy, always a spy."
She walked off.
"A-man-daཀ You know how much I hate that wordཀ"
Lee gathered their mugs quickly and followed her.
Immediately after their departure, a foreign scout stepped to the table, picked up a forgotten package of freebies from the event sponsor, and looked off toward Lee and Amanda.