The fairground was a permanent establishment on the outskirts of town. It was a place where people gathered to look at each other’s livestock, and there was a new club for kids to parade around their animals and what not, too. Festivals happened at the fairgrounds and there was even word that the state would be investing in a system to cool off one of the main buildings.
Jeb thought this was a ridiculous idea. What were they going to do? Cart in a bunch of snow?
He contemplated as he walked and before he knew it, he saw his farmhouse in the distance.
“Jeb!” Bobby Sue was outside hanging laundry on lines that ran between two maple trees. “How was meeting with Fred?”
Jeb kissed his wife on the neck. “No problem, no problems at all.”
“Oh good,” she visibly relaxed. “I heard at church
