I
had a billion questions I wanted to ask Dad, especially those involving some apparent beef he had with Clyde. But it was hard enough convincing him to let me go to this autumn festival thing, and the last thing I wanted to do was get dumped with more unexplainable weird stuff. So, for now, I filed the questions away, giving him a quick hug and kiss before heading back outside and flashing Aiden a thumbs up.
The park looked completely decked-out once we finally found a parking spot. Part of me wondered if we should’ve just left the truck at Dad’s place, but Aiden insisted he’d rather have it close by.
“The Harvest Festival tends to go on pretty late,” he explained as I unbuckled. “I want to make sure we walk as little as possible.”
“Folks really are paranoid about the animals aroun
