CHAPTER FOUR
Since old man Worth was Selena Smith's uncle, the smart money was on Selena. Old man Worth ran the Mackerel Festival and almost hand-picked his Queen, although they went through the motions of having judges. Of course, if anyone had stopped to think that Pearl Phelps was helping me, they might have realized something was up, because Pearl always picked winners.
The festival wasn't much. Girls from all over the country were elegible to enter and we had a field of about fifteen, including Miss Sweet Pants Selena. There wasn't any talent contest, because most of those country chicks had none and my talent wasn't suitable for public display. We walked onto the stage and turned around in gowns, bathing suits and business suits and the judges picked a girl from up country as secon
