The three friends walked through the festival, looking at more booths, playing more games, and winning more prizes.
Lizzie and Elle held onto their prizes, which had increased by two more stuffed animals apiece. Deon also carried a plastic cup with a straw that he had won at another game. He had filled it with a drink that they all shared.
“Are you two getting hungry?” Deon asked as they neared the aisle of food booths.
“I wasn’t until I smelled the food,” Elle said, sniffing the air.
“Same,” Lizzie said, rubbing her stomach.
They walked toward one of the food vendors, which happened to be the sausage sandwich vendor Lizzie’s father had smelled earlier.
“Italian sausage sandwiches?” Elle asked, looking at Lizzie. “You are your father’s daughter.”
Lizzie grinned at her fri
